The night before, Edward had had a vivid, almost too realistic dream that he was walking on water. He could see the ripples in the moonlight, he could hear the flies buzzing around in the crisp fall air, he could feel the wind in his rumpled hair. Someone was telling him that he was blessed, that things would be different. It was like a whisper, but fuller- it was quiet, but commanding. Edward couldn’t see behind him, but there was light coming from behind him, white, blinding light that made it hard to see the landscape in front of him. There was the feeling of a hand on his shoulder almost the whole time, giving him a sense of comfort and relaxation. Something made him think that life would be different.

Edward was jerked from his dream by a car horn blaring in his ears. A red sedan screeched to a halt, and he realized he had kept walking through a busy intersection. He sheepishly nodded his head and jogged to the other sidewalk, the sedan’s driver screaming obscenities at his back. He arrived at the front door to his building, and stopped. Looking at his reflection in the glass, he took a deep breath. Life is going to be different someday, he thought. Hang in there.

The lobby was about as bustling as a computer company’s lobby could be. Edward walked through the lobby, and as usual, no one noticed him. He stopped. There went Jenna Derinson, glowing with beauty against a dark backdrop. Her shimmering blond hair fell perfectly on her shoulders, her blue eyes sparkled in the daylight, her full lips glistened. She was perfect. She wore a bright red tank top that showed off her perfect abs, the diamond belly button ring, the lines of her hips. Her breasts were enormous, bouncing with her hurried step, the perfectly tanned skin stretching with their movement. Her long, slender legs were covered with skintight red pants that hugged her hips for dear life, and made her backside look like it had a mind of its own. She walked by Edward without any sign of acknowledgement of his existence. Life is going to be different, he thought.

He sat at down at his desk, and almost immediately the phone ring. Fuck, he thought. Edward would’ve been able to fantasize about Jenna’s ample cleavage for at least an hour. For some reason, annoyance welled up in him, turning slowly to frustration with each ring of the phone’s bell. Every mounting tone made his mind more and more focused on his rage- his job was shit, his social life was shit, his talents were shit, his motives were shit, and he couldn’t even get a moment to wallow in self-pity. The phone stopped ringing.

Edward paused. It had only been four rings, and his voicemail always picked up after the eighth. He picked up the phone and was greeted with a dialtone. The caller ID informed him that it had been Jeff calling; Jeff was his boss, and Jeff was a dick. Jeff wouldn’t hang up before reaming Edward out for something- for anything. The phone rang again. Marla Kosorloff showed up on the caller ID. Marla from accounting. Edward didn’t want to talk to Marla. The phone fell silent. He started sweating. He did that whenever he was slightly nervous. He thought for a second. I want my aunt to call right now, he thought. His aunt lived in South America , and she- the phone rang. Edward waited for the caller ID to tell him who it was. UNLISTED CALLER sprung up on the digital screen, and Edward sighed, reaching to pick up the phone. He stopped. The number was an international one. He picked up the receiver, listening to the caller on the other end of the line. “Aunt Rita? I’ll call you back in a few minutes.” Edward put the phone down quickly, and stood up, pacing in his cubicle and cracking his knuckles, another nervous habit.

Alright, he thought, I want a cup of coffee in my desk drawer. With cream and sugar. Nothing happened. He could hear the whir of the Xerox machine in the office. He sat down in his chair. He opened his desk drawer, and the aroma of freshly ground coffee wafted upwards into his nostrils. Packages of sugar and cream were neatly arranged next to the cup in the drawer. He slammed the drawer shut. Coffee seeped through the cracks of the drawer. I need thirty thousand dollars to be right on the desk, he thought, right next to the keyboard. He continued to gaze at his computer. Nothing happened. He sighed. I’m going nuts, he thought, running his hands through his hair and rubbing his eyes in exhaustion. When he opened his eyes, a stack of crisp 100 dollar bills wrapped in a rubber band lay on the desk in front of him. Next to the keyboard. He didn’t bother counting it. I want a letter of promotion to be given to me right now, he thought, delivered to me- and by Jenna Derinson. “Edward Nox?” someone said behind him, a petite feminine voice with a slight British accent. And I want her tank top to break, he added. He whirled his chair around. There was Jenna, standing with one hand on her tan waistline, the other holding a manila folder, shining with an almost neon aura of physical attraction. Well, he thought, two out of three ain’t bad. He stared at her chest, marveling at the indentations her nipples made in the red fabric, rejoicing in the fact that the tight material made it evident that she had a piercing of some sort on both breasts. “Yes?” he replied. “This is from Jeff Michaels,” she said, visibly disgusted by Edward’s physical appearance. She stepped forward, and reached out to place the folder on his desk next to him. With an almost inaudible snap, the spaghetti straps on both sides of her tank top gave way, and the stretchy fabric shriveled down towards her waistline. Her huge breasts bounced free, seeming almost, unbelievable, larger. They were perfectly tanned and voluptuous, and there were diamond studs on both of her nipples. Her bare skin smelled like strawberries, and incredibly fresh scent that made Edward think of spring. She yelped and covered herself, rushing out of the cubicle, towards the ladies room. Edward smiled, the first time in years. He had suddenly had a revelation. The dream was real. Something made him think that life would be different.

            He stood up, and walked towards the ladies room. He stopped short at the door. He wished he could see through walls. Jenna was inside, standing at the sinks in front of large mirrors, fumbling with the spaghetti straps on her shirt. She sighed, and settled with pulling the tight fabric over her breasts in a tube-top fashion. She washed her hands, grimacing at something. Probably me, Edward thought. What I wouldn’t do to have her be attracted to me. In the bathroom, Jenna’s face was instantly cleared of the grimace, replaced suddenly with a slight smile. He channeled his thoughts, sending every feeling of lust and sexual desire he could possibly muster towards the shapely blond woman standing in tight clothing in the ladies’ restroom. The response was decidedly more than Edward had anticipated. Jenna gasped in air violently, her knees buckled, and she grabbed hold of the sink to steady herself. She yelped, a surprisingly attractive exclamatory sound. “Holy shit,” she murmured, brushing her hair back from her face. Edward was entranced. He focused his emotion again, and sent another wave in her direction. She screamed in pleasure, teetering backwards through a stall door, and fell into a seat on the toilet. “Good god,” she said aloud, “what the fuck is going on?” Edward could see her perfectly, noticing a silver stud on her tongue. He put his hand on the door, and stopped. How could he do this? He was a skinny computer programmer, and she was a blond knockout. He gritted his teeth, forcing some composure and confidence into himself. Edward smirked when he thought about how much he could do. It’s like I have a nine inch dick, he thought to himself, pushing the door open. He stopped after the first step, and looked down. He could see the slight outline of the head of his penis, almost halfway down his thigh. “Who is that?” Jenna said loudly, and Edward realized she could see him in the mirror. Fuck, he thought, his mind racing. “Uhh,” he stuttered. “I-I just wanted to see if you needed any help.” He frowned in the silence. I shouldn’t have said that, he thought. That was stupid. “Actually,” came her reply, “I could use a hand.” Edward paced to the door of the stall. Jenna was sitting on the toilet seat, leaning back against the wall, sweat on her brow. Edward swallowed. She was gorgeous. He wanted to do so much to her. Instantly lust sprung into his head, and almost accidentally, he let it seep out of his mind and into hers. What should I do, he thought, should I make a move, or should I set myself up for later? He stopped short. Jenna was moaning loudly, breathing shortly, and writhing on the seat. Her left hand lifted up to her chest, her red painted fingernails stroking one of her nipples, which were standing on end. He could’ve sworn that the piercings were going to tear through the stretchy fabric. He realized his thoughts had become so strong that they were affecting her, and not just in waves. It was like he had turned on a beam of power, and she was enjoying it. She moaned again and again, her voice elevating to short screams. Her right hand pressed against the side of the stall while her left hand continued to massage her enormous breasts, squeezing and tugging. Edward stared intently as her hand moved from her chest down to her stomach, down towards her waistline- and then he lost concentration. She stopped, and sat up, breathing heavily. She was sweating bullets, her beautiful blond hair matted to her forehead. Jenna brushed the hair out of her face and smiled. “What’s your name again?” she asked. “E-Edward,” he said. “Well, Edward,” she replied, smiling, “it looks like you’re enjoying this. He looked down, and his pants were like a pup tent, his member throbbing against the black Dockers. He started to stutter and excuse when her right hand reached out and touched the bulge in his pants. He gasped, and his excitement boiled over to her. She sucked in air, taking her hand away for a second. Jenna took a deep breath, and reached for the zipper, pulling it down slowly. She unbuckled his belt, looking up at him with those deep blue eyes, her lips pursed together in a slight smile. The instant she unbuttoned the pants, he placed a hand on her head, running his fingers through his hair. Should I have done that? he thought. She smiled, and pulled his Dockers down to the floor. His penis sprung out of its cage, bouncing in front of her face. Her smile vanished, and she looked up at Edward, her eyes wide with amazement. “I’ve never had…” she started, mumbling “…so big…” She looked at it again, tilted her head sideways for a second, and then leaned in, taking him in her mouth. Her tongue massaged his penis, and he exploded with excitement. She moaned in excitement as well, her pleasure muffled by the member engorged in her mouth. She moved her head in further, and Edward felt the head of his penis plunging further and further into her mouth and into her throat. Her left hand left his bare thigh to pull down her stretchy tank top to her waist. Her breasts bounced free once again, her nipples erect, the diamond studs shimmering in the bathroom light. Her hand massaged her bare breasts, squeezing the huge, perfectly tanned mounds while she performed. He leaned his head back, his moans of pleasure mixing with the slurping sounds she gave off while she worked. Edward looked down at her blond hair, her huge tan breasts, her perfect ass, and felt himself climaxing. He gasped. She screeched, but it came out more as a gurgle. I never want this feeling to end, he thought to himself, every muscle in his body spasming. He continued to see blinding flashes of pleasure, intertwined with the vision of her wide eyes as he continued to ejaculate. He watched her swallow load after load, his mind spinning, his penis twitching. She gasped for air, pulling her head back. He continued to come, as did she. Edward shot load after load of milky white semen at her, splashing her tight nipples with liquid, dripping all over her stomach. She leaned back, running her hands through her hair, screaming in pleasure, as she was showered in creamy liquid, splashing all over her face and hair. Squirt after squirt came, the gobs of cum dripping off her hands, and her body throbbed as she came, in perfect synchronization with Edward’s spasming. He finally made it stop, his chest heaving in exertion. Jenna collapsed down, her stomach rising up and down with her heavy breathing, the pools of cum dripping onto the floor. They both were silent for what seemed like hours. “I’ve never come from a… well, giving a guy a blowjob,” she murmured. Edward looked down at her. Life was going to change.

part 2 by request

            I was quite shocked when he said this but relieved at the same time. He took me in his arms and kissed me passionately on the lips. He opened his lips causing mine to open too and we caressed each others tongue deeply for about 2 minutes. It was heaven and then it was over. He backed away and whispered into my ear.

            “Let’s take this upstairs, I want to do all sorts of other things to you as well.”

            This made me wet with anticipitation of what was about to happen to me. He led me upstairs to his bedroom which looked extremely sexy with the lights dimmed a bit. He lay me on the bed and he climbed on top of me and kissed me deeply as before but there was something about been under a boy that I had been fantasising over for so long and now all the things I had dream would happen to are coming true. As he was on top of me he started to take my top off. I was wearing a pink frilly bra that looked incredibly sexy on me. I could tell he got extremely turned on by my 34A breasts because I felt him get harder than he already was. I looked at the bulge in his pants and put my hand down there and whispered

            “Please take it out for Steph to see, it feels wonderful.”

            He got even harder when I said this. He stood up from the bed first taking his top off then undoing his belt and button. He was only in his tight boxer shorts that he looked incredibly sexy in. I could see a clear outline of his cock in his boxers; I knew I just had to get it of there. I reached over to his boxers and hooked my thumbs on them and pulled them down. I let a little moan when his penis bobbed out of his boxers. I told him to climb on top of my chest so I could take him in my mouth. He did this with no argument what so ever. I grabbed his cock and rubbed it a little. It was now at a full length of 7 inches and I circled my tongue all around the head of his dick. He threw his head back and a moan escaped his lips. He looked soooo sexy when he was in this state of sexual arousal. He was thrusting his hips to try and get his penis all the way into my mouth. I granted his wish and took most of it all into my mouth. He started fucking my face and his dick was going in and out of my mouth. His dick got a whole lot harder and I took it out of my mouth and jerked it off all over my chest. I rubbed his man juice into my breasts and he lowered himself down and kissed me deeply once again. He started to take the remaining part of my clothing off.
            When he took my bra off he gasped and took my already erect nipple into his mouth and sucked on it like a baby. While he was doing this he reached down and unzipped my skirt. He rubbed against my thong front and a loud moan escaped my lips. He felt the wetness in me and he rubbed it in to his fingers. He took my thong off and rubbed his fingers against my clit making my juices flow out of my cunt. He crawled down me to my pussy and brushed his lips against my pubic hair. He ran his tongue down the length of my slit and flicked it across my clit. I was so turned on by this point that I had the loudest orgasm of my life. His lower half of his face was saturated in my pussy juices. He licked it up and seemed to enjoy every drop of my cunt juices. He got up from the bed and I could see that his dick had returned to its erect state. He reached into his wardrobe and brought out a red condom. He asked me to put it on for him so I got up from the bed and slid it on him. I grabbed him by the dick and led him to the bed and I lay him down on his back. I crawled on top of him and lowered myself on to his 7 inches of manhood. I couldn’t believe I was going to lose my virginity to the guy I had fancied for over a year. I let the head of his dick intrude my pussy. I felt so full and light headed when I put all my weight down on his dick and he slid the whole way in. I jus sat on his penis for around a minute trying to get used to the feeling of having a cock inside me for the very first time. I though that my fingers were as good as it got, how wrong I was. I started bouncing up and down on his dick. He met my bounces trying to get all the length of his dick into me. It felt amazing. I think he had enough of been on the bottom and he rolled me over so I was on my back. He thrust in me so much harder than before and kept this pace up for about a minute. I wrapped my legs around him as I was coming up to the hugest orgasm. He was grunting and moaning and I was screaming in sexual delight as he was thrusting in even harder now. We reached our climax at the same time and cummed in unison. He lay on top of me trying to get his breath back.

            He got off of me and started to get dressed again and I did the same. We went down stairs and continued watching TV and I cuddled up to Joe once again. I was hoping this would happen again. He kissed me on the lips again and said “ We have to do this more often, I love you so much”.

We joined a contacts website, ostensibly to find a like minded couple to play with to put a spark back in our own sex life. But whilst I didn't tell Sal, it was always my intention to see what kind of guy got her juices flowing and see where that led. We spent hours leafing through the ads and I noticed that Sal kept returning to one in particular - posted by Wade, a black lad of just 20. His ad was tantalisingly entitled " Try black , you won't ever go back !" I despised him immediately for his arrogance but could see that Sal was captivated by his physique - he had magnificent broad shoulders, huge defined arms and a deep rugged chest. However, it was something else altogether that had captured Sal's attention. His penis was enormous and despite the fact it wasn't even hard, it hung impressively midway down his thigh like a giant black snake.

" Jesus Christ - it's like a fucking horse's cock" Sal enthused "His momma must have used gro-bags instead of nappies - he's got a fucking monster". Now as Sal seldom swears unless we're having sex, I could tell she was turned on at just the sight of this amazing waepon. "How come " she continued " he is half your age and yet his cock is probably double your size - that just doesn't seem right does it?" The impish grin which accompanied this diatribe suggested that she was thinking what it would be like to get to grips with him and play with that incredible tool.

That night as i fucked Sal with her favourite dildo (a gnarled veiny 12" rubber prick) I made sure she was well lubed and squirming with pleasure before whispering in her ear " Imagine it's Wade's dick and it's fucking you " as I rammed it hard and fast burying the entire 12 inches inside her cunt.

Her reaction was incredible; she was gripping the dildo with the   stretched lips of her twat and thrashing around on the bed screaming "Oh Christ, oh Fuck oh FUCKING HELL WADE THAT'S FUCKING INCREDIBLE!!!! There 's no doubt I'd lost her at that moment to her fantasies involving this young stallion and that she was genuinely believing she was being shagged by this young black stud.

At this, I rammed her harder still making her whole body arch off the bed as she strained to accommodate every last millimetre of the dildo crying out in a powerful mixture of pleasurable agony "Aaarrrrrrgh WADE THAT'S IT YOU SEXY BLACK BASTARD YOU FUCK MY FUCKING BRAINS OUT.........." At that I could feel her tense as she heaved in great spasms coming in almighty bursts whilst screaming out her lover's name - all thoughts of me far from her mind.

Afterwards, i think we were both somewhat shocked at what had happened. Sal was thoroughly spent and feeling a little guilty at this wanton display of carnal lust - so much more so than she would show if I had actually been shagging her; however, there was no disguising the thrill for us both at the thought of this amazing handsome young stud shagging her senseless.

Sal became upset and in my foolishness, I thought it was because she felt she may have damaged our relationship irrevocably with her antics and her declaration of open love of his body and penis. I couldn't have been more wrong.The sexy bitch was only upset at the fact that she considered herself too old and unattractive to ever fuck a stud like Wade. "He is incredible, so wonderful and fucking sexy - why would he want me when he could shag any girl he could choose." she lamented. So, partly out of curiousty, but mostly because the thought of her and him in the flesh was such a turn on, I set out to prove her wrong.....................

To be continued

The stale scent of countless books and periodicals greeted her as she walked past the librarian who merely smiled and nodded to her in familiarity. Maria was a regular to the few computers her library had. One could always count on her to be sitting at the keyboard on Friday nights, catching up on her e-mail and chatting with folks whom she was sure led far more exciting lives than herself. Most nights she would be alone. Other nights perhaps two or three ladies would be sharing cyber world.

Tonight was crowded, all full but one. She paid no attention to the lovely dark haired girl who was seated at the computer next to her. Other than to notice she was quite beautiful. The girls perfume teased Maria’s senses and for the briefest of moments she felt a flush of excitement waft over her. She smiled at the girl and a smile was returned, both warm and genuine.

Maria was mildly confused at her own feelings but choked them up to being tired, or the cravings inside all of us for the attentions of another, no mater who they might be. The attentions of a friend and confidant to share ones most intimate desires and joys are what Maria had craved.

The evening wore on, as Maria typed up several letters and briefly chatted with some friends in far off places occasionally interrupted by the girl next to her laughing and enjoying what was obviously a delightful chat session. She was playful and self assured, almost borderline rude in a friendly sort of way. Maria liked this girl in spite of herself and could not help glancing over at her at every opportunity. Then Maria felt a touch on her shoulder. ‘Hey, you want to see something funny?’ as Maria looked over at the girls computer and noticed she was in an adult chat room. ‘I’ve been chatting with this girl and she has no idea that I’m a girl too. Ironic isn’t it?’ she says I’ve been teasing her in ways no man has ever teased her before’ The girl stopped to giggle at the joke. ‘No kidding right?

I mean who else would know how to really please a woman but another woman? I just don’t have the heart to tell her.’ Her soft touch on Maria’s shoulder became more of a caress as the two laughed together. And so the friendship began. She was Rebecca and had a zest for life, made friends easily, knew what she wanted and was unashamed to show the world that she craved pleasure the way others crave passion. She knew that life was short and if ecstasy could only come from another woman’s touch so be it and the rest of society be damned.

The two girls spent the rest of the evening playing with the unknowing cyber friend, enjoying each other’s company and laughing from the deception as well as from the erotic thoughts that came to mind. It was all too soon that closing time was upon them and they gathered up their belongings as they headed for the door. Rebecca looked at her watch. ‘You know; the nights still young, feel like going out for a quick drink?’ Maria knew she had no plans for the next day and readily agreed. The bar was dark and the two sat in a small booth, Maria was confused at the thoughts she was having. Rebecca had made her feel like no man ever had before.

To society it was supposed to be wrong but Maria knew inside that whatever her feelings were, the love between them was as right as a storybook romance. Rebecca knew this feeling very well and almost instinctively she laid her hand upon Maria’s thigh. Rebecca smiled as she saw Maria’s eyes close, returning her caress by placing her hand over hers. ‘It’s been so long since I’ve felt anything like that’ Maria whispered. Rebecca nodded in agreement as the two hands explored each other’s fingertips. The stroll to the cars was a benediction unto itself as the two embraced by the glow of the streetlight with the promise of pleasures to come. That night Maria lay in her bed and mused upon the feelings she had encountered.

‘Its so different’ she said to herself. ‘Was it real?’ She knew the wetness she felt between her legs was real as she slowly teased herself to the erotic thoughts of another woman’s touch. She brought herself to a delightfully pleasant orgasm much faster than anytime ever before. She dreamed about what it would be like to run her tongue around another woman to have another woman please her knowing all the secrets that a girl knows and not having to coach, but merely having to enjoy, a captive to her mind and body.

She lifted her finger to her mouth and was entranced by the flavour of her own juices ‘would another girl be as sweet?’ she thought. Maria was eager to find out the mysteries she had missed for so many years. Thoughts of Rebecca clouded Maria’s mind all the coming week as every night she let herself fall deeper and deeper into the passion and craving of her new friends anticipated touch. On Friday she could barely contain her desires, as she would slip away at work to keep herself wet and wanting for what was sure to be a night to remember.

She wondered if her co-workers noticed the sweet smells from her pleasures as she returned to her desk pleasantly fatigued. Maria used all her willpower to keep from breaking the speed laws as she drove to the library that night. She pulled into a parking space and noticed Rebecca walking towards her. How lovely Rebecca looked the tiny erect nipples straining against the silky blue fabric of her dress, her heels clicking softly on the pavement as she climbed in the passenger side. ‘No computer tonight Maria’ Rebecca smiled ‘tonight is for us alone’ and the two drove into the night. It might have been only someone’s house it was so quaint, but the small wooden sign saying ‘bed and breakfast’ betrayed its purpose. ‘I stayed here before and the rooms are fabulous’ Rebecca touched Maria’s thigh as she spoke sending tiny shivers of ecstasy over them both and she knew there was no going back she wanted this woman and wanted her badly.

The moment the car parked they and kissed long and deep there was no shock or resistance in Rebecca as their tongues merged together. The sweet juices of two lovers flowing between the passions of their bodies. Maria wanted the kiss to last forever, but was over too soon as she heard a gentle whisper. ‘Come with me and I’ll show you wonderful things.’ They walked inside and greeted the clerk cheerfully and while he was finding them their key Rebecca teased Maria by running her fingers along her thigh and trace a path to her belly button. This got Maria giggling, to the confusion of the clerk who wondered what was the matter as they laughed whenever he turned his back. Rebecca signed quickly and grabbed the key from his hand and the two smiled sweetly to the clerk and trotted upstairs.

Maria stared intently at the key as it slowly turned in its lock it was almost in slow motion as Rebecca opened the door to the room. To Maria it was a symbolic opening as well an opening of her passions and desires, an opening of a new beginning. She walked in the room and could not help but remember childhood dreams as she looked at the canopied bed with its antique flowered prints, the fragrance of the room bore the faintest smells of lilacs ‘yes’ she thought ‘this is meant to be.’

The closing of the door brought her out of the trance and Maria spun around to see Rebecca’s mischievous grin as the two lovers came towards each other and embraced as no two had embraced before. The years of pent up passions released in a single moment of trust and understanding. Maria threw her head back and moaned loudly as she felt Rebecca’s tongue tease her neck there was no resistance left in either of them and their caresses flowed free and unashamed. The two held each other and swayed in a silent dance that seemed to last hours in the comfort of being together and the promise of their most intimate desires.

Rebecca led her lover to the bed ‘Wait here sweetheart. I’ve got something special in mind.’ Rebecca pulled two bottles from her suitcase and poured a tall glass of wine. Maria accepted the gift gracefully and lay back on the bed smiling at her as she disappeared into the large bathroom with a small white box under her arm. Maria sipped the wine and laid back eyes closed and letting the freedom of the evening take her mind to regions yet unexplored.

She dreamed about what she would do for her lover, how she would show her gratitude for saving her from a passionless romance with the first man to come along. She had not dreamed long as Rebecca’s body slipped up to hers and she felt the soft fingers of her lover tease their way up her dress. Maria gasped in ecstasy as she felt the long nails lightly pinch her nipples through her light blouse she was becoming very wet and knew the moment of truth was upon her. She opened her eyes and smiled as Rebecca lay next to her naked and wanting.

Maria was transfixed at the sight of her body, her firm breasts and nipples begged for her tongue touch as Maria rose let her dress fall gently to the floor and stood silently, letting Rebecca gaze upon her naked body, her passion building inside from the visual treasures. Maria climbed between Rebecca’s legs to the music of Rebecca’s soft moans of lust her tongue guided itself across the soft flesh of her belly and could feel Rebecca’s nails scratching at her back as her hips pushed up into her breasts as her moans became louder.

Maria’s tongue found a nipple and sucked tenderly upon the erect bud as she glided her hand down to Rebecca’s wetness. Maria almost came as she licked hungrily at Rebecca’s nipples first one then the other as she slowly massaged her clit. Rebecca’s hips were bucking into Maria’s belly and she could feel the wetness her lovers mound on each thrust her hips thrust faster as Maria’s fingers and tongue worked on her most sensitive regions and a loud long moan signalled Rebecca’s climax as her hips pressed hard against her. The orgasm was powerful and Maria’s fingers continued to tease turning the juices into a creamy froth of lust. Exhausted the two lay together embraced in the afterglow renewing their strength for what was to be a night of unending passions. ‘That was wonderful’ Rebecca’s said as she hugged her tight. They poured themselves another glass and sat facing each other, touches at this point were less sexual as they talked of life and past lusts, of friends and lovers to be, each sip of the wine bringing them a longing to proceed, each caress directing their minds further into the passions of the other.

The wine finished, ‘Come with me’ Rebecca grinned. Maria took her hand as she led her to the large bathroom. The scent of Lilacs greeted her, as she was bathed in the glow of many candles. The mirrors on the walls gave the illusion of hundreds of them, yet there was only enough to perfume the room and cast a romantic glow upon their naked forms. A large Jacuzzi bath swirled and bubbled the waters soft lapping filling the air with the sound of contentment and lust. ‘My turn’ Rebecca chuckled as she closed the door allowing the smells and sounds to fill the room. She took Maria by the hand and helped her into the warm enticing water.

Oh the bliss, the ecstasy of the heat as it filled every pore driving away inhibitions and evil thoughts leaving only nirvana and a craving for her lovers touch. She felt Rebecca slide behind her and slowly rub her shoulders. Her kisses roamed the back of her neck; her fingers toyed down her arms reaching around to take each breast and massage them softly. Rebecca was bathing her with touches, leaving no area unexplored, her caresses driving Maria wild with passion.

Her eyes half open head back, seeing only the candlelight dancing off the mirrors, feeling her touch accentuated by the teasing waters unaware of her own cries of orgasmic pleasure cut short by her tongue as their lips met. They faced each other passion growing as Rebecca slid her lover back against the side of the tub, bringing Maria’s legs up and draping each leg over her shoulders her lips just inches away from the opening as her lips came closer.

The sweetness of Maria’s juices greeted her tastebuds as her tongue swirled slowly around the smooth lips of her entrance and a quick journey upwards to tease her erect clit. Maria’s moaned in ecstasy as she felt Rebecca’s lips encircle her most sensitive spot and suck softly her juices becoming a torrent of passion as she felt the tongue swirl and tease driving her further and further away from the bounds of reason and mad with desire.

Her hips bucked wildly as the first orgasm flowed over her and held Rebecca’s head and pressed it into her never wanting the moment to end then sank into the warm waters as the two kissed. Maria tasted on her lips the same sweetness she had tasted before during her most private moments alone. As Rebecca’s lay her legs over Maria’s shoulders, she looked down at her lover the smile that came from her lips was as genuine as the reflection of the candles in Maria’s eyes and she lay her head back, closed her eyes and preparing herself for ecstasy, knowing that Maria’s tongue was inching its way closer and closer to her wetness.

The morning came all too soon casting its warm rays upon the two lying asleep under a tangle of sheets. Maria opened her eyes and was comforted by the soft breathing of Rebecca as she slept and snuggled up close to her body, gazing around the room from the security of the warm covers.

She could barely see into the bathroom its once tall candles now mere stubs that betrayed the pleasures from the Jacuzzi, the empty wine bottles and the faintest smell of lilacs that still hovered in the morning air. Rebecca rolled over in her sleep, her arm reaching across Maria even in sleep each touch a gentle caress. Closing her eyes once more, she fell back into a contended dream secure in the knowledge that she was lonely no more. anerotic54

 as i have to travel a lot for my business purpose so i was in banglore for 3 days and we talked over the phone whole night and day for three days. i was about to return from bangalore via train but priya told me to come by flight and to not to tell my family so that we can spend two days togather. i was also shocked by her thoughts but as i was in deep love with her i decided to do that.

 she came to the airport and we took a cab for a hotel nearby. she was wearing a knee length top with blue jeans. she was looking very hot and was smelling terrefic. we hugged each other tightly in the cab and went inside our room in the hotel.

as soon as we were inside she sat down on the bed and i locked our room. i went and sat beside her. she was smelling so terrefic that i could not resist my self and started kissing her on cheeks. she also supported me. i took her in my arms and started kissing her all over and she was getting excited by every touch  of my lips. we both knew that something is going to happen which we are waiting for since last 6 years.

soon i kept my hand on her neck and slowly i took them down to her chest, breasts, waist, pussy and thighs. she was getting very excited and her hands were gripping my back tightly so as she wants me to come more closure. then i kissed her on her lips and she opened her mouth and our tounge were fighting with each other.

than i took her hands up and started licking my mouth on her nipple over her clothes. i was biting her nipples and i could feel the tightness of her breasts. my cock was getting harder and i slowly started rubbing it over her thighs. she was feeling the hardness. than i started undressing her and opened her top. she was in black lace tight bra and her breasts were dying to come out of it. i opened the button of her jeans and slid the zip. than i pulled her jeans down and now she was only in black lace bra and panty. the sat down and unbottened my shirts and jeans. i lay her down and started licking her all over. i opened her bra and started pressing her breasts jently and then harder. than i sucked her pink nipples which were very tight. she was moaning in pleasure. my hard cock was hitting her pussy from our underwears.

now i got down kissing her under breast, near her waist and now my mouth was on top of her pussy. i started rubbing my lips on her pussy and opened her panties jently. to my surprise she has shaved her pussy for the first time. i got more excited by the feeling that she wanted this to happen today. i started sucking her pussy and my tounge was rubbing her cunt. she was moaning in intense pleasure. my hands were on her breasts, rubbing her nipples and her hands were on my head pushing it inside her pussy.

after suckin a lot of her pussy, priya told me to get down. now she was on top of me. fully nude and i had never seen her that beautiful. she ran her fingers over my body and slid them inside my boxers. my cock was so hard and she held her tightly. then she opened my boxers and my 6" cock was fully erect facing her. i never emagined that she is going to suck it but she did. she started tasting the head of my cock with her tounge and slowly my whole cock was inside her mouth. i could feel the head of my cock was toching her throat. i was moaning very loud and was dying with pleasure. now i could not stop myself from fucking her and same with her also.

now she came down and i laid my cock right on the enterence of her pussy. i parted her legs and started pushing my cock inside her sweet cunt. i know priya was virgin so i did it in such a manner that she suffered imense plasure. slowly my  whole cock was inside her pussy and as they were fresh i could feel the tight ness of her pussy on my cock. now i started moving my cock in and out. her breast started dancing at this. she was enjoying it. then we turned around and now she was on top of me with my cock still inside. she started riding over me and her boobs were dancing. i kept my hand on her breasts. she bend towards me and sucked her nipples again and again. now i was about to cum. i told her that i am taking it out but she refused me to do so and i could not resist my load any more and shooted all my cum inside her pussy. she closed her eyes to feel the heatness of my cum.

now she was no more a virgin. then we got out from the bed and took a shower. we repeated the whole event in the shower also. after that we had sex so many times. and each time it was in a different manner. i could never forget that day.  

Samantha started school and for some reason I couldn't get my mind off of her, many days I'd wander around the classrooms just to see how she was doing, I always tried to follow-up on the girls I'd enrolled but with Samantha I felt that I had alterior motives.  Despite the fact that she was only 17 and that dating her could lose me my job I kept finding more and more ways to bump into her during the day.  She seemed to enjoy the attention and always answered my questions about how she was doing with enthusiasm and a smile.  Then fate dealt me a hand that had to be played.  I was making copies when Samantha came in to ask if she could make a copy.  I told her that would be fine but she'd have to wait until I was done.  So while she was waiting she chimed in with, "got any big plans this weekend?"

"We'll I was thinking about driving into the city to catch a band I like" was my response.

"Really that sounds great, I have a friend who goes to college over there, she's always inviting me to these great parties in her dorm, but I don't trust my car to make the drive."

 "That sucks, If those parties are anything like when I went to college you are missing out"

"Hey, do you think, since you are already driving over that you could give me a lift and bring me back on your way home?"

Of course my dick was now in charge of my brain, "sure I could do that but the school has a strict rule against me hanging out with the students so you'd have to keep it quite."

"That's pretty stupid, I can't believe they can tell you who to be friends with, but I'll keep it quiet, besides you're just giving me a ride."

 I spent the next 3 nights beating my cock to the thoughts of drunk girls in a dorm room and especially the thoughts of getting a piece of Samantha.  I of course also toyed with the thought that I might be getting my hopes up here as maybe all i was doing was providing friendly transportation, she did end by saying I was just giving her a ride.  Either way i had a great weekend ahead, dorm party or groupies watching my friends band play, I was going to get laid either way, I just prefered one over the other.

I picked Samantha up early Friday evening, she lived with her stepmom, Carol, so she could be close to school.  Carol answered the door and made some joke about "she's not ready yet, she is female after all."  Carol and I made small talk, she was somewhere around my age (I wasn't about to ask)  was much taller than Samantha, maybe 5'7" and very thin, not unhealthy looking but she didn't have many defined curves.  She was white without the ethnic mix of her step-daughter.  I got the sense that if I hadn't of been there to pick up Samantha that Carol and I could have easily taken this converstation to other levels as there seemed to be a natural flirtation going on.  Samantha came out wearing a black baby doll dress that fit tightly around what much have been B-cup titties.  The dress ended mid thigh and it dawned on me that this was the first time I'd seen her toned olive tanned legs.  I ran my eyes up the length of her legs, which despite being short, had all the right curvature.  I found myself wishing I could see up her dress to see where they ended.  She said her goodbye's, grabbed her backpack and sort of skipped towards my car.  My dick twinged as I watched her dress flutter back and  forth over her legs.

The first 15 minutes or so of the drive consisted of her asking me about how I got my job, do I like it etc.  And me asking about her friend in college, (they went to High School together until Samantha drop out) and had known each other since they were 5.  They had grown up together in an even small town.  Then she started to inquire about the rules the school had me abiding to, "so are you really not allowed to even hang out with any of the students?"

"Yep, I'm not even allowed to go to lunch with a group of them during the school day."

"So have you ever broken the rules?"

"Not until now."

"So you have managed to never make a move on any of the girls at school, that has to suck, I know there are several who'd love to make a move on you."

Well now she had my attention, "Really, what do you know that I don't know?"

"I know that a lot of the girls think you are hot and that the smartest thing the school ever did was to have such a hot and nice guy be the person who talks to people about going to school here."

"So tell me, who thinks I'm hot?"

 "I'm not going to give that information up, just know that when you are walking around the classrooms trying to look like you aren't checking out all the girls that many of them are checking you out right back. It's why I can't believe that you haven't broken the rules"

"Well trust me if I'd known all of this, I probably would have?"  "I didn't know that girls talk about such things."

 Samantha shifts in her seat turning sideways to face me and changes her tone from a conversation one to somebody trying to talk dirty, "Oh my girls are filthy, we know the sizes of all the husbands and boyfriends cocks, who is bi, who doesn't like the taste of cum, who takes it in the ass."

Trying to focus on driving was becoming more difficult and my cock was getting hard very quickly which could obviously be seen by looking at my shorts.  I was mesmerized that a 17 year girls was telling me about women talking about sex and when she said "takes it in the ass", I forgot I was driving a car.

Samantha unbuckled here seat belt, sat up on her knees completely facing my profile, she leaned accross and put her lips up to my ear.  She started to whisper, "what about you, what about your cock?  She bit down on my ear lobe and giggled as I let out a heavy sigh. "Is it big?" "Does it get really hard?" Her tongue was now flicking my ear lobe, she started breathing and moaning in between whispers.  My cock was throbbing and I was looking for a way off of this mountain road so I could turn and shove my tongue down her throat.  "What do you like to do with your hard cock?" "Do you like to have it sucked?" then she proceeded to place her full mouth on my neck, forcefully kissing and sucking on my neck.  I gave in an took one hand off the wheel and started to rub my throbing hard cock through my shorts.  She let out a slow "mmmmmmm" upon seeing that I was now rubbing my cock.  Out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse in the rearview mirror of a cop car turning in behind us, I quickly pushed on Samantha that she better get back in her seat and get her seatbelt on.  I hadn't been speeding, if anything traveling too slow with all of the distractions.  Sam fell back into her seat as the cop followed behind us about 8 car lengths behind. 

Samantha slumped in her seat and started to pout, "that darn policeman, I was just about to find out how big your cock is."  i was going to unzip your shorts and start stroking it while I told you how I like to suck cock."  The words are that much more arrousing because she is saying them like she is a 5 year old who was just told she couldn't have any ice cream.  "Tim I was going to tell you that I really like it when a cock is pushed way back into my throat until I gag on it, but know because of the policeman I can't" 

Because I am driving with one eye in the mirror I can no longer rub my aching cock, which with every word out of her mouth get's stiffer and stiffer, I can only imagine the amount of precum being soaked up by my boxers.  I can't believe what I'm hearing from this young girl, there are porn directors who can't write that kind of stuff and she is just rattling it off like it's second nature.  After about 10 minutes I realize that while the cop has no intention of stopping me he isn't about to pass me either.  It's about another 20 minutes until we reach the turnoff that will take us into the city.  Which means it's about 30 minutes until I have a hotel room and Samantha gagging on my cock.

"uh oh" Samatha playful says.

 "What?"  I inquire.

"My pussy is all wet, see", she proceeded to full her dress up to her waist to reveal that she wasn't wearing any panties. 

My eyes are darting all over the place, from the cop to the road to a completely waxed 17 year mound of soft pink flesh mounted in her olive skin.  As much as I wanted to I couldn't look with the intensity it deserved but it was obviously wet and slimy.  "My god Samantha that is amazing looking, I'd love for you to sit that beautiful little pussy over my mouth and let me suck up all of your juices."

"MMMMM...I'd like that, there sure are a lot of them, I don't think I've ever been this wet before."  "I guess that means that you like to eat pussy?"

"I love it, I love that feeling of a pussy grinding my face with reckless abandon until it comes."

"let me see exactly how wet it is" she says as she slides her left hand down and starts sliding it up and down her drenched slit.  It is so wet that the sound of her rubbing alone would let you know what was going on."  She pulled her hand back up and stuck two fingers in front of my face so that I could see them dripping with her pussy juices, I could smell her and it was heavenly. 

"Let me lick that off of your fingers" I begged.

"Uh uh" she playfully said as she raised her fingers to her own mouth and licked up oneside and down the other licking up the pussy juice the way I'd picture her licking the cum from my cock.  "mmmmm I love the taste of pussy, especially my pussy." she seductively moaned.

Not being able to take it anymore, I shoved my right hand between her legs, and started rubbing the smoothest slickest pussy I'd ever felt.  Being total waxed her pussy juices ran wild, I found her clit and started to vigorously rub.  She spread her legs to give me better access.  "How's that feel?  "Do you like have your dirty little clit rubbed?"  I had never been so aggressive in rubbing a clit, but the harder I rubbed the more excited she got, my hand was soaked in her pussy juices as she let out a scream that the car could contain, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming oh my god oooohhhh!"  And with that she through her head back and every muscle in her body tightened for what seemed like a minute or two, when they relaxed she sat with the posture of a noodle.  I was still licking my fingers enjoying the flavor of that young pussy when i pulled into the parking lot of the first Hotel i saw. 

We got a room grabbed our bags and made our way upstairs.  The minute the door closed behind us I had her pushed up against the wall, one hand on her ass the other on the side of her neck as we engaged in some seriously sloppy kissing.  Without the contraint of trying to drive a car I was now able to take charge and show this 17 slut what getting fucked is really all about. "So here is your chance to find out how big my cock is, shy don't you do that unzipping thing that got interupted in the car."

She slid her back down the wall till her knees hit the floor, facing the bulge in my shorts she undid the only button and pulled down the zipper.  She didn't have to search for my cock as it had alredy made it's way out of the opening in my boxers and was staring her straight in the face.  While she might have wanted to see how big it was she was apparently more interested in measuring it with her mouth.  She starting to slid her mouth up and down my 7" erection, almost violently trying to make it hit the back of her throat.  I decided I'd help her out a bit, I stepped out of my shorts and boxers, put my hands behind her head and started to fuck her mouth harder than I've fucked some pussies.  The sound of repeatedly gagging somebody with your cock can at first be a little disturbing, but her wide brown eyes staring up at me told another story, she was enjoying this and the head of my cock making its way through her saliva soaked mouth and banging against the back of her throat was an intense feeling.  I'd pull back to let her catch her breath but she seemed much more interested in getting my cock back in her mouth.  The saliva running down her cheeks and chin were a preview of what she would look like with my load sprayed all over her face.  I'd certainly had my share of women suck my cock and even a few who could get aggressive on occasion but I'd never had anybody just crave the pounding of a hard cock in their mouth the way Samantha would.  I thought about rewarding her with a facial blast but held back, I had through the years really been able to control when I would cum and would never be confused with a minute man, I could stay hard for hours and release one monster load.  The next time she came up for air she told me how amazing that had been, my dick had been pounding her mouth for a solid 10 minutes, "all the boys my age cum after about 30 seconds, I'm impressed, now let's see how long you can hold out in my pussy?"

She stood up and pulled the dress over her head, she had no bra and no panties on and was just adorable naked, adorable and absolutely filthy minded, what an amazing combination.  The is no way in the world a girl this cute and  young could be this sexually agressive.  This was the first time I'd seen her cute little round ass that I'd imagined through her jeans at school on a daily basis.  She made her way over to the bed got up on all fours with her ass facing me, her pink pussy glistening and gorgeous.  She reached back and spread her ass cheeks which marked the first time I'd seen her tight little puckered asshole.  In all of her teasing in the car we never got to talking about whether she took it in the ass or not, she did make that comment about the girls at school who do which got my attention.  could anybody this nasty not take it in the ass, hell I've fucked doctors, lawyers and librarians in the ass surely this little slut was going to let me pound her back door.  For now I'd follow her invitation to start banging her slippery slit from behind.  She leaned forward arching her back leaving her pussy wide open and a wonder view for me of my cock sliding in.  She was so fucking wet that I almost couldn't feel anything except when my balls slapped against her clit.  It wasn't that she wasn't tight, just so fucking wet that you could fit a truck in her pussy at that time.  She bounces back to meet every thrust, my hips slapping into her ass, as I increase the intensity that clapping sound, along with the sounds the bed was making had to make being in the next room interesting.  I had gathered that nothing was going to be too hard for her so to add to the intensity I grabbed her long black hair with my left hand forcing her head to jerk back without objection.  With her head pulled back I reached my right hand to her throat and started to apply pressure.  This sense of not being in control with a hint of pain and danger got her dirty talk started again, "that's it use me Tim, use my little pussy to get your cock off, I'll do anything you say. Fuck me with that hard cock"  I pulled out of her pussy and walked around to place my cock up to her mouth instructing her to taste her pussy off my cock. Unlike her early cock sucking this time she did so in seductive manner, licking and savoring the taste of her pussy while putting on a show for me.

After her impressive tongue work she instructed me to lay on my back, facing me she placed her pussy lips over the head of my cock and slid herself down. She took upon the task of riding my cock like she had all the others, with a take no prisoners attitude, that each time she threw herself down on my cock it had to be harder than the last, that she had to get it just a little bit further inside.   She would pull herself up till just the head of my cock was inside her and then release all the weight of her tiny frame and impale her self time and time again.  finally in an effort to catch her breath she leaned forward and kept riding by just grinding her hips.  As if in a trance she started repeating in my ear, "I love your hard cock, I love your hard cock. I can't wait to eat all that cum you have been building up."  Then she raised herself up turned herself around and with her ass facing me placed my cock in her pink wettness and provided me a great view of her pussy as it swallowed my cock.  She leaned forward towards my feet pulling my cock at an angle that made it even harder.  It also provided her a means of grinding her clit over the base of my cock.  In addition to watching the action I also had a perfect view once again of her little pink rosebud.  With my hands free I took the liberty to put my hands on her ass placing my thumbs in a position that would her asshole would bump into them each time she moved down on my cock.  I thought this would give me some insight into her interest in anal sex. As only she could she let me know she new what I was trying to do, "are you trying to touch my asshole?  Tim are you a dirty pervert trying to fuck my little 17 year old ass.?  "So is that what get's you off Tim?  Fucking girls in the ass?" She started to rub her own asshole as my cock continued to fill her pussy. Then she put her finger in her mouth then reached around and started to work it into her obviously tight butt.  "Is that where you want to put your cock, where my finger is?  Is that what is finally get you to drop that load of cum, fucking my ass?  She pulled her pussy off my cock and crawled her way back up my chest finally stopping with her ass just sort of my chin.  The smell of her pussy intoxicating, her finger took it's place back at her little bud never going in more than a knuckle.  "Tim my little asshole is so tight I can barely get my finger in it"  As we were basically in a 69 position now, she grabbed my cock and said, "how the hell do you think this is going to fit in my ass."  Wanting to gain control of this little game I told her that I would make it fit.  That seemed to trigger another level of lust within her, she scooted her ass right over my mouth, "why don't you make your tongue fit in my dirty ass first."  My god I almost shot my load right there, what a foul mouth little slut, but of course I was glad to tongue fuck her ass, it's a guilty pleasure, plus I feel if your gonna put your cock there then you might as well be willing to put your tongue there.  With her on top she just smothered my face, her asshole litterly shoved in my mouth.  While I couldn't see I feel her sticking fingers in her pussy pushing against the thin wall between her ass and pussy as I extended my tongue as far as it would go.  I couldn't see anything, I could only smell and taste ass.  She started to seriously grind on my face as she fingered herself to orgasm with my tongue up her ass.

 She got off my face, stood at the side of the bed and walked over to her bag, she pulled out a tube of Astro-glide, "I was hoping I'd get to use this during this trip" she chuckled.  She asked me to stand up she stood in front of my and started to kiss me, there she stood on her toes so that our lips could meet, her eyes looking innocently up at me.  While kissing me her hand was reacing behind her apply lube to her tiny little ass.  "Have you ever fucked a 17 year old in the ass before?"  She new how to push all the right buttons she was wicked in her ability to just the right perverted thing at the the right time,  I grabbed her hair and pulled her lips off of mine, A few steps away was a table, I walked her over to it still pulling on her hair for directions, I had her face the table and bend forward.  She rested her hands on the table parted her legs slightly and prepared to get her ass fucked.  Her asshole was now a bit shiny as she had been working the lube in and out of it.  I placed a bit of lube on the head of my cock and pressed it up against her tight little hole.  My cock was so swollen hard, I'd been holding out on cumming for over an hour not to mention the build up in the car.  Those first moments of penetrating an asshole are the most amazing sexual moments, the gentle battle of working a hard cock into a tight hole that intially wants to resist only to sucumb in a moment of release when the ass stops fighting and starts accepting the cock.  Proving I had been down this road before I worked just the head in and stopped for her to adjust, then I told her to push herself back at whatever pace felt right.  In typical Samantha fashion she pushed back gently once then a second time with a bit more force and then the 3rd time till the rim of her asshole was at the very base of my cock.  Looking down I could see less than 1/2 of my dick as the rest of it was busy.  I started pulling back and working it back in nice even slow strokes, leaving only the head inside, her tunnel was tightly surrounding my cock a sensation the defies explaination if you've never been there.  After a dozen or so strokes, my eyes still fixated on the view of my cock plunging into her dirty hole, Samantha starts to ask for it harder, "fuck me harder, you aren't going to break it"  I've had women ask to be fucked harder but not while I was in their asshole.  So I started to pick-up the pace and she kept asking for it harder, I was now fucking her as hard as I'd fucked her pussy, my hands were pushing down on her lower back, pushing her into the table so I could get leverage to plunge everything I had into her, my cock was like a piston in and out of her asshole.  The physical pounding was more than my dick control could handle, I was only a few strokes away from cumming.  I mumbled something to that affect and thinking back to her saliva covered face I told her I wanted to cum on her face.  There wasn't time for additional conversation, I caught myself just before I unloaded in her asshole, pulled out, grabbed the base of my cock, she dropped to the floor and posed for me to unload on, after a few quick strokes cum started gushing from my cock, the first stream hit the bridge of her nose, the next nearly shooting up her nostrill, subsequent shots hit her lips, open mouth and cheeks.  In all I counted 9 streams and few dribbles following, her face was plastered with my cream, my balls ached from releasing so much load.  She took her hands and started wiping the cum to her mouth, playing with it, showing it on her tongue, telling me that it tasted great.  "I can see why you hold out for so long, it is well worth the wait."

She stood up from the floor, most of the cum gone from her face, she picked her black dress off the floor and threw it over her head and wriggled it down her body, she started to mess with her hair while looking in the mirror and said, "get your clothes back on we have a party to go to."

To be continued....

As Todd went to the kitchen to get more sugar, he took a deep breath. They say men think about sex every six seconds; he was well up on that. Even though he thought Christina had the face of a teen, her body was all woman.

Heading back to the room, Todd stopped in the doorway. “You’re such a good boy. Come and get your treat” said Christina childishly. She was on all fours, completely naked having ditched the gown, presenting her beautiful ass to Todd.

“What about Nick?” said Todd.

“What about him?”

Todd knew the score; running up behind her, he unzipped his fly and unleashed his ten inch boner. Christina smiled at how well endowed he was. Todd smiled even more when he slammed it up her pussy. He looked down on his brown pubes meeting her hole before fucking her hard.

Christina’s ample breasts swayed as he drove his cock up inside her. “OH! That’s it Todd! Do me baby!” said Christina. He needed no encouragement and plunged it in deeper making her scream. Todd now slid into Christina’s soaked pussy with ease as he reached over to grab her tits, making a loud thwack with every thrust against Christina’s beautiful ass.

“Oh shit! Oh god! Harder! Harder! Fuck me harder!!” Todd obliged. The room built up a musky scent from their lusty lovemaking. Aware of his rising cum, he pulled Christina’s ponytail to go deeper.

The beautiful body he was doing was too much for him and after four more hard thrusts, Todd withdrew his dick before firing an arc of sperm over Christina’s back. The horny couple collapsed on top of each other.

“Phew that was fun! I need a shower!” said Christina (not least because her back was covered in cum). Todd looked on a little dejected.

“Well aren’t you going to join me?” she said. Todd laughed as he stripped and they took to the bathroom.

Once in the shower, Christina turned to Todd and ran her hands over his powerful chest. “That’s quite a six pack you have there” she said as she starting kissing his chest all over. Todd’s cock that had momentarily started to flail, sprang to life again.

“Oh look who’s come to play!” Christina knelt down in front of Todd and licked his cock, before kissing the whole length. Standing up again she pressed her chest against his. Todd looked down on Christina’s huge mammary glands and sucked on her left nipple. Christina held his head against her breasts as he passionately devoured her.

Todd worked his way upwards towards her neck, kissing her tender skin. Picking Christina up by her thighs, he lined his cock up with her pussy. Sliding it in for the second time, Todd pushed her breasts together. TO BE CONTINUED

 

“Morning Chad ” she smirked.

 

My cocked ached as I could see right through that mini skirt her thong outline was barely there teasing me I wanted her bad. I swear that whore wanted her morning fuck before class; to bad I was late.

 

As I brushed her aside brushing her nipple with my hand I made my way to room 690

Chem. with Mr. Anitwone…I couldn’t think of another way to make my brain go back to sleep in the morning.

 

“Good morning Chad ,” your late again please sit down.

 

“Fine,” I muttered to myself Mr. Anitwone was partially deaf and almost completely blind but was an awesome freaking chem. Teacher.

 

“Alright students if you had forgot as most of you probably have we have a lab today and its worth 20% of your final grade,” he announced, “Everyone partner up please.”

 

As I searched around for a partner, Tasha, this hot brunet with green eyes, with a smile and a body that could make any dick hard within one look. She asked if I wanted to be my partner. Her jutting tits and her sexy pouting lips was all I could look at as she looked into my eyes and brushed my leg asking if she wanted to partner up with her.

 

“HELLLLLL yea,” I said, “let’s get this shit started.”

 

Tasha was the girl of any guys dream she had a nice B rack stood 5’6 hips that swayed and an ass that didn’t need any shake of her hips to jiggle. Today she was wearing this crazy halter with no bra and that skirt of hers. Damn…..came up to her pussy…

 

“ CHAD yo earth to Chad you home sweetie?” She called

 

“Uh yea yea I am here. Whatsup?”

 

“Well can you get the instruments so we can get this lab over and done with?”

 

“Yeah sure.”

 

I went over to the cabinet to get some test tubes a flint torch and some metals and non metals to play around with. As I walked back to our working area she was bent over and I could see the bottom of that fine ass. As I licked my lips I couldn’t help but touch it. She jumped and giggled, “What are you doing silly? We got some much work to do.”

 

“Yea I know I’m sorry,” I said.

 

As she started to light the Bunsen burner I could see she had gotten wet from that one touch. MAN that fucking bitch wants it bad if she’s already wet. As Tasha went to work I went to work on my own experiment. I sat there and I could smell pussy in the air. She than suddenly dropped her pen and went to bend over and I got a WHOLE view of HEAVEN, a nice clean shaven pussy. Fuck I got a bulge in my pants and my own chemical reaction was happening. As I sat there, that skirt rid up and I   slipped my hand under her skirt and felt her clit poking through her panties she moaned and asked, “what the fuck are you doing we’re in class.”

 

“Why don’t you like it?” I asked. “It helps you concentrate even more in what you want,” as I smirked. I moved my finger in deeper in her pussy and started moving it back and forth. Tasha pushed herself onto my finger and was just rocking back and forth slowly; she made it seem as if she was dancing. Damn she was getting so slick it was no problem to move it around. I pulled out my finger and tasted it oh man it was the sweetest thing I have ever tasted. “That’s some grade a pussy,” I thought to myself, “it’s ripe and it time for the picking.” As I sat there licking my fingers she looked at me.

“Is that all I am going to get? I am doing most of the science lab here, get back to work bitch,” as I slapped her ass. Thank God Mr. Anitwone is blind and deaf or else what other teacher would let you do this shit in class? As she went back to work I took one of the beakers and I lubed it up with her juices and I slowly began to pump it in and out, she went totally mental, she squeaked and everyone turned to look. She said, “Uh excuse me bad hick ups.”

 

“Haha rite,” I said to her. She was breathing hard now so I   sped it up a little and she came so hard right than and there she took in all 7 inches of that 2 inch tube, fuck that was nuts. I got so hard in my pants it was heating up in there and I needed some action. The mess I left was bad she was dripping down her legs and she didn’t have anything to clean it up with so I told her to relax as she went back to work I went down on her and started licking from her knee up, “oh shit that’s right bitch,” as she grinded her pussy. I found her clit and bit it hard and once again she came on my face.

 

“Fuck bitch stop coming I am trying to clean you up and you just keep making a mess.”

“Sorry,” was all she could say and I went back licking her pussy lips and ducked my tongue in her bunny hole and just flicked like mad and she was just enjoying it grinding her pussy in my face. After I was done I got up and said I had to go to the washroom, I had to fucking come or else I was going to die of frustration. I walked into the washroom and right behind me was Tasha. She said, “oh baby that was so nice,” she than grabbed me and pulled down my pants and started sucking me off.

 

“FUCKKKKKK BITCH THAT’S RIGHT SUCK ARGHHHHH,” as I fucked her face I pulled her up and went into a stall and pushed her against the wall and started fucking her hard and fast. Another guy came into the stall right next to us; he heard her scream and could feel the hot vibe coming through the stall. I kept on thrusting her harder and faster, hoping no one heard us. As I fucked her, I grabbed her tits licking and sucking her nipples it made her so slick it felt like I was fucking air, really hot warm air. I could feel her cunt muscles hold on to me as she came, I was amazed she took at 9 inches in without any problem. She looked as fucking hot against the wall as I was thrusting into her. Her hair was all over the place and her tits were just flying. Suddenly I heard a girls voice, FUCK it was Lana, “hey Chad is that you in there? Can I join you?” Before I could say yes she was already under the door with her top off.   She came from behind me and started fingering my ass…..shittttt 3 some in a small tight ass washroom stall …grinding and bumping I lifted Lana upside down and started 69 her as Tasha stood there fingering herself. That was not a site for sore eyes. As we finished up all I managed to say was, “Fuck bitch that was so good hell.”

 

“Yeeeaaaahhh….” was all she could say as she licked her lips. We made it back in time for class the bell rang and our lab was not even close to finish so we had to stay in for lunch, either way finished or not that was a GRADE A lab 

The company’s greatest asset

Chapter 4 of 4                                  5/19/06

Cassie is drinking and flirting with the men who have sat with them at the jazz bar when Leon tells her, “Go put this money in the juke box and choose a couple of slow songs.  I want you to dance for the men in this room.”  The guys sitting with them all agree loudly and she picks a couple of slow sexy songs.

The room all watches her every move as the music starts and she begins to slow dance with herself.  In her fishnet body stocking she looks to be some kind of 3 dimensional porn movie playing for the crowd.  Not a sound can be heard, except for one lady who drags her man out for staring.  She gyrates to the beat with her eyes closed and does not notice the 40 year old woman until they are dirty dancing together.  The men watch in silence as the two have quite the time feeling each other up playfully.

They kiss when the song ends and the crowd cheers for them.  Cassie moves back to Leon’s table and the men undress her with their eyes.  Looking to Paula she can see that the young lady had enjoyed the show and wants to tell her so.  The young girl carefully waddles up to Leon’s table and touches Cassie’s shoulder as she says, “That was the most erotic dance I ever seen.  This place really needs you.”  As quickly as she had came over Paula waddled off to the bathroom.  Cassie listens as the guys at the table talk about the black baby she carries. 

The band begins tuning up and Leon asks Cassie to go to the bathroom with him.  Cassie is somewhat taken back as he guides her into the men’s bathroom.  Once inside he tells her to take it out and that he needs to pee.  He stands at the urinal peeing while she stands to the side holding his big dick.  When he finishes she shakes it lightly and puts him away.  The other men in the bathroom all watch and hope that they are next.

The band finishes the first set and Leon leans to her and says, “The band breaks out on the side walk.  Go out and see if you can help them relax.”  Cassie looks deep into his eyes, downs her drink and goes out with the band.

Outside, the four men all like her company and she leans with her back against the wall as they look her over really good.  It is still fairly light outside and she knows that they can see everything from as close as they are.  Her nipples stand out clearly as the men stare and talk.  The talk turns sexy as the guys hit on her and she tells them, “I came out here to see if you would like me to help you relax.”  The guys decide to move around the side of the building and they all watch as this white beauty sucks each of them off.  Finished, the guys help her up and they go back inside behind her. 

Cassie has cum on her face when she sits down and one of the guys points out more cum in her hair.  Smiling Cassie excuses herself to freshen up when Leon stops her and ask her to remove her bra and thong while she’s in there.  Exiting the bathroom, the first guy she sees stares at her pussy as she walks.  She feels almost naked and is tingling from the sensation.

At the table the guys all get to see and she stands and turns for them as the music starts to play again.  The lead singer starts the second set with the announcement, “This set is dedicated to the very pretty lady with the sweet, sweet lips.”  Everyone turns to stare at her as she stands there smiling.  The guy across from her tries to see between her legs and isn’t subtle in his trying, he just stares.  Leon leans over and whispers “Uncross your legs and show him.”  The guys at the table know and watch as she opens her legs slowly.  Her mind swims as she almost has an orgasm letting these strange men see her pussy. 

The second set ends and the band goes on break again.  This time they stop at Leon’s table and everybody introduces themselves.  They all go outside together and stand around Cassie.  The band wants to know what she sees in Leon and she smiles sexily saying, “I love his cock!”  The guys all love this answer and get loud with retorts.  Standing there exposed Cassie enjoys the attention and lets the men openly flirt with her.

The band gives her a card showing where and when they play while telling her that anytime she wants to accompany them to a gig she is more than welcome.  Before they go back inside someone ask, “You really like all these black cocks?”  Cassie smiles at him and wraps her arm around Leon’s and replies, “I’m his white whore and I prefer dark meat.”

Inside the band plays the final set for the remainder of the people and Leon lets Cassie dance with the men out on the dance floor.  Cassie lets the men touch her and she tries to dance with all of them. 

In the corner she can see the 40 Year old woman being felt up by two men and is partly nude as one of her studs kisses her deeply.  The band has played every slow song they know and some of them, twice.  The music ends with Cassie sandwiched in between 2-large men from Leon’s table with her arms straight up in the air.  Leon watches her intently while she is handled by all these men. 

Paula meets Cassie as she exits the dance floor saying goodnight and that she will call.  Then she tells Cassie that she is tired but still needs to service these studs before they will take her home.  Cassie smiles to her, while placing her hand on Paula’s pregnant belly and says, “Somehow I know that you can handle it.”

With the music finished Leon walks to the band with Cassie on his arm to say good night.  The men swoon over Cassie and she blushes at their crude requests and comments.  Leon looks to Cassie and says, “Tell them what you want to go do now.”  Cassie holds on to Leon tightly and says proudly, “I am going to Leon’s and he is going to fuck me until I can’t walk.”

Once in the truck Leon kisses her lips suddenly and Cassie opens her lips to except his tongue.  Cassie is dizzy after the kiss and Leon starts the truck to go home.  On the short drive to Leon’s, Cassie sits next to him quietly while he talks about how good she was tonight.  Leon’s house is close and he hurries her inside. 

With the lights on Cassie begins undressing Leon until he is standing in his living room naked.  His cock stands straight out and looks huge like this.  Cassie stares at his cock while getting undressed and says, “You must impregnate every woman you fuck with big dick of yours.”  Leon smiles and replies, “I’ve had a few.”  Cassie walks to him and straddles his dick while looking behind her.  With her crotch against his, his cock is long enough that she can see it behind her.

She turns back to Leon and kisses him deeply before saying, “I need to be on top the first time since you are so long.”  Leon leads her to his bedroom and lies back on the bed.  Cassie straddles him with his cock in front of her and pumps it slowly saying, “This is going to go so deep.  I know you are going to cum in my uterus.  Your sperm doesn’t have to swim far when you can spray it right on the eggs.”  They both laugh as Cassie rises up and leans forward working the head of Leon’s cock into her pussy.

Once started Cassie begins to slowly rock causing him to go deeper each time.  After several orgasms she opens her eyes to see Leon grinning at her and she brings a tit to his mouth to suck.  Pushing herself back Cassie feels his cock pressing against her cervix and she almost passes out from an intense climax.  Cassie rocks back and forth slowly using the full length of her pussy and looks with lusty eyes at Leon and says, “Would you like to cum in my womb?”

Leon kisses her deeply and she starts rocking harder until she feels him push through and into her womb.  Gently she pushes down on him until she is sitting up with her ass all the way down on him.  His hands find her breast and knead them roughly as she enjoys this new sensation. 

Once again she starts rocking but this time faster until she screams with passion.  Leon enjoys the ride and tells her, “You’re the first to take me all the way down.  You’ve done it with both your pussy and your mouth.”  Cassie slows and lays on him to rest saying, “I’m your white whore remember, I aim to please.”  Leon holds her for a few minutes before saying, “Please me now by making me cum in your womb.”  Not needing to be told twice Cassie fucks him with renewed vigor and soon has him telling her, “I’m about to plant my seed deep in your womb, whore.  Are you ready for that?” 

Cassie can not speak at this point and is suddenly flooded with cum as Leon orgasms deep inside her for what seems like forever.  She collapses into his arms and his hard cock is still inside her.  Several minutes go by before she attempts to slide off of his cock.  As she lies on the bed her pussy gapes open but cum does not run out.  Cassie is completely out of breath but Leon tells her, “Don’t go to sleep until you clean up this mess.”  Grinning she rolls over and sucks Leon clean and spends extra time on his balls saying, “I’ve never had anything go so deep or make me feel so good.  I’ll be your own personal slut and whore anytime.”

Leon lays naked in bed watching TV while Cassie naps.  When she awakens she rolls over and puts her arm around him saying, “I was worried it was all a dream.”  She opens her eyes to see Leon’s soft cock next to her face and begins a slow massage.  It only takes a few minutes before he is ready to go again.

This time Leon takes charge and fucks her in several positions.  He makes sure to push through her cervix and fuck her deeply each time.  Before he cums he stops and asks, “Are you on birth control?”  Trying to speak Cassie mumbles, “No.  Please cum deeply in me.”  Leon smiles devilishly and starts to fuck harder while saying, “Get your eggs ready baby.  I’m going to cover them with cum.”  This drives them both into a frenzied orgasm that fills Cassie with what she most desires.

Its 4 AM when Leon helps Cassie into his truck for the ride home.  Naked, this beauty is the prettiest woman Leon has ever seen and he still can’t believe this has happened at all. 

When they arrive home the light is on and Leon helps this well fucked naked beauty into the house.  John is still up and stands to greet them saying, “It looks as though she had quite a night.”  Leon asks, “Where should I put her.”  John points him upstairs and to the bedroom where he places her gently on the bed and covers her.

Back downstairs John hands Leon a beer and ask about the evening and how things went.  Leon is hesitant at first but opens up quickly with a few beers and tells John a lot of the extra juicy details. 

John lies down next to Cassie and caresses her body while she sleeps.  He inspects her closely and can see that she is not the mess that she was last weekend.  While she sleeps he can smell sex on her and masturbates wildly.  She awakens later in the day with John next to her and takes a long time before she gets up.  John sees her get up and has breakfast waiting when she comes downstairs.  While she eats he asks her about her date and compares her answers to Leon’s. 

When he asks about condoms she laughs and says, “I thought we covered that.  He not only came in me.  He came in me so deeply that it didn’t even run out.  You saw how much volume he cums.  He came in me twice last night.”  John is speechless and looks confused when he hears this.

Cassie spends the rest of the weekend walking somewhat bowlegged but feeling very content.  While she rests on Sunday, Paula calls and wants to go out for a glass of milk later in the evening.  Cassie laughs then agrees.  They meet at a bar Paula knows and hug as they see each other.

Helping Paula through the door Cassie is very gentle with her and can tell that she must not even weigh 100 pounds if not pregnant.  They find a table and order a glass of wine and a glass of milk.  This turns into a nice joke and they laugh together.

Paula bluntly asks, “I know you want to ask me about the baby.  Go ahead, I don’t mind.”  Cassie can see that this young lady is a good judge of what she wants and says, “Ok, tell me about the wedding ring.”  Smiling brightly Paula replies, “You asked the perfect question.  I was a stripper out of high school and married an older man I met at the club.  I needed money and security.  He had both, so I married him.  We love each other but he is so much older than I that things were a little weird at first.”  Cassie hangs on her every word as she continues.  “At first he was always trying to get me in new sexual situations to excite me.  You know all the little fantasy stuff, gang bangs, prostitution, nudity.  The more he tried the more we both loved it.  Pretty soon when we talked about it, we found that we both were turned on by pushing the others limits.”  Touching Paula’s stomach Cassie asks, “Was this a limit.” 

She chuckles and says, “No, I did this as a gift to him for our first anniversary.  I knew that he wanted kids and I knew this would absolutely push the limits.”  They sat quiet for a moment before Cassie asks, “Would you do it again.”  Paula says bluntly, “It was still the ultimate fuck of my life.  I let him watch as these men fucked me for an entire weekend.  We still discuss that weekend and he still likes me to service my studs.”

Cassie is a little confused and a lot turned on by this whole conversation and says, “I’ve thought about letting Leon breed me to have his baby.  The really strange part is that I think our husbands would have a lot in common.  They almost sound like the same man.”

They agree to get their men together and Cassie heads for home.  Excited like never before her focus seems to be changing.

Come Monday morning Cassie was up early and feeling refreshed when she arrives at work.  Bobby calls first thing and sets up a special meeting Wednesday night and tells her that he has been thinking about her.

When she finishes the call, Tony is outside waiting to see her and tells her that the guys have all agreed to work over on 3-days a week and half days on Saturdays.  Cassie hugs him excitedly and Tony reaches up under her skirt grabbing her bare ass.  While he caresses her ass John walks in and stands quietly watching. 

Once Tony goes back to work, John hugs his wife and wants to fuck her but she refuses until the company finances are straightened out.  John vows it is almost over and then lets her know that this week they will have just enough to make payroll and will not be able to pay any vendors.  Cassie yells at him and tells him that if this goes under because of him that she will move in with one of her lovers.  John tries to calm her but it does little good.

Cassie decides to tell Leon gently and buys enough barbecue to feed all of his employees and heads for his shop before lunch.  She arrives and the guys all try and talk with her and she sends them out to get lunch from her car.  Leon finds her setting up the barbecue lunch in the break room and watches her work before speaking, “You sure look nice when you have an orgasm.”  Cassie turns and smiles before approaching him and saying, “You really know how to show a girl a good time.”  She kisses him and tells him about what John had said and that they will not be able to pay him this week.

She looks down and asks meekly, “Can I do anything to make this up to you?”  Leon raises her chin with his hand and replies, “Every day you’re late with your payment you’ll spend one complete night with me.  You will do anything I ask and pleasure me anyway I want.  If more than 2-weeks go by with no payment, you’ll let me coat those eggs.”  It takes a few seconds before Cassie realizes what he just said then she replies, “Ok, if that’s what it takes.”  Leon pulls her close and says, “Make sure you tell your husband that if he is late with his payment then his wife will be late with her period.  Then he can raise my black babies.”

Shocked and excited Cassie finishes setting up lunch just as Leon calls break for the guys.  The guys are thrilled and like the attention she gives them while they eat.  Cassie sits on a table to one side and watches the young men eat lunch.  With her short skirt on, she is sure that they get to see glimpses of pussy from time to time.

After lunch Cassie hugs Leon and thanks him for all of his help in solving her problems.  Leon touches her belly and says, “My dick is going to be in here.”  Cassie laughs and raises his hand 3 inches and says, “No it’ll be about here.”

At home she tells John who pulls out his dick and masturbates while she talks.  She fails to mention the part about fertilizing her eggs if he is not paid within 2 weeks. 

Wednesday morning Cassie goes shopping for her meeting with Bobby and finds a nice yellow dress that is very low cut and short.  While preparing for her trip Cassie is pleased to have the young soldier call her and talk about their little date.  Cassie spends time talking to him and agrees to see him after finding out he will be deployed soon.  She sets a date for Friday in the hopes she will be able to walk by then and leaves him with the hope of her pussy.

Cassie leaves around noon and meets Bobby right on time.  Bobby loves the outfit and really admires the ability to see those boobs.  He takes her to the bar and grill to meet with 2 men from another state to see about national distribution.  The 2-men are older and really built and get right to the point with their questions.  Cassie does her best and the men warm up to her answers after a few drinks.  Bobby talks her up and the guys place an initial order that is huge.  Cassie is stunned and thanks the men profusely telling them that she will get their order into the system immediately.  She figures out what she needs for a deposit and a check is written on the spot as Bobby guarantees her trustworthiness. 

With this huge check in hand Cassie thanks them and Bobby drives them back to the office.  After the men are taken to their car Bobby takes her back to the strip club to celebrate this sale.  Her mind reels as she knows what this money will do.  Bobby is sitting next to her as they are getting a lap dance from a young lady when he leans over to her and says, “Aren’t those military guys over there.”  Smiling, Cassie responds by getting up and introducing herself to the men.  Bobby is feeling up the stripper as Cassie flirts with these young military men.

Eventually the owner comes over and asks to talk with her alone.  He offers her a job, flattering her about her looks and attitude, she considers his offer as he looks down her dress but decides that it would be too much work.

Later, after the alcohol has worn off, Cassie wakes up next to Bobby.  She is turned around 69 and doesn’t remember much.  Touching her pussy, she knows she was fucked but doesn’t remember by whom.  She gets up and walks around the room and decides it must be Bobby’s apartment and lies back down next to him.  In the morning she awakens to find Bobby hard and asleep and mounts him for her pleasure.  He awakens to see this beauty riding him and lets her have another orgasm before letting her know he is awake.  He cums inside her and she licks him clean before thanking him and heading for home.

Cassie decides to thank the late shift guys and shows up when they have just finished work wearing a short skirt and blouse with a case of beer.  The guys enjoy the beer and enjoy the show while having pictures signed by her.

Friday morning Leon calls early to tell her that she will entertain his employees tonight.  She is to show up at the bowling alley at 830 and wait for his team.  He instructs her to wear a short loose skirt and thin tank top. 

Excited by this Cassie spends the day finding the right outfit and bowling alley and waits for her men.  The guys all show up to bowl but not Leon.  Cassie decides that he must be testing her and she sits at the table with the guys much to there obvious approval.  As they bowl she flirts with them and they start making bets to be paid off later.  Eventually the guys agree on a payout scale.

A)    3- Strikes gets 1 blow job each additional strike gets another.

B)     A split conversion is good for a quick feel.

C)    250 plus is good for a fuck.

D)    200 plus is good for a hand job.

E)     Punching in the 10^th to win is good for a full date.

F)     300 is rewarded with anything the guy wants.

The guys are so nervous they can’t bowl and she ends up owing just 6 blow jobs, 3 quick feels and 5 hand jobs.  After the game they follow her to her car where she agrees to follow the others to a house.  At the house she quickly sucks off all 5-guys to make a down payment on her bets and lets the men feel her while she enjoys their touch.

Afterwards she drives to Leon’s house to see why he was not there.  Leon is watching TV when she arrives and she asks him why he was not at bowling.  He tells her that her not paying him hurts his employees and he feels they should be compensated also.  This makes Cassie feel bad and she agrees to go back and make them feel needed.

Cassie wakes up in a strange house with lots of Leon’s employees around her.  She remembers each man as they mounted her and used her for their fun.  As she walks through the house naked cum runs down her legs as a reminder of how much she appreciates them.

The first week passes without payment to Leon and at the end of the second week she knows what happens.  Cassie is excited and John can tell.  He knows that she will have to live with him for 2 or more weeks but does not consider the consequences of this.  At the end of the 2-week period Cassie turns in her huge deposit check as though nothing has happened.  The money has just turned around, things are looking up and Cassie wants one last fling.

She packs her bags on Sunday and tells John, “I made a deal with Leon to put out for the late payment on his invoices.  You knew about this and we discussed it and still you did not pay.  He now gets to use me for each day you were late and I will be at my most fertile during this time.  You know how much he cums and how deeply he goes.  You basically agreed to let him impregnate me.”  John’s head is spinning and thinks he will fall.  When she is done packing he carries her bags downstairs and sees Leon at the door.

Leon opens the door and walks in saying, “It is always a pleasure John.  I will take good care of Cassie for you but I do think she will be in a motherly way when I bring her back.”  Cassie kisses John and then they are gone.  John stands there thinking of the children she will bare and is so turned on that he goes to masturbate again.

Cassie rides home with Leon and is taken immediately by him upon arrival.  Leon tells her that she will not wear clothes and will remain naked unless he says otherwise.  In total heaven, Cassie is fucked several times a day by Leon and services his balls when he finishes.  After several days of this Cassie welcomes him at the door with open legs and he breeds her deeply.  Leon tells her about how she will service him and his friends in the future but for now nobody fucks her but him.

Calling Paula, Cassie tells her of what she is doing and how she plans to have his baby.  Paula is happy for her and asks that she be present as she has her baby.

This hard core breeding goes on for both weeks and towards the end he fucks her 5 times daily.  When it is time for her to go home Cassie is a little relieved and a little sad.  She knows she will be having his baby but also has to accept that he cannot fuck her daily.

When Leon and Cassie walk in the door John shakes his hand and kisses her.  John has long since paid the invoices and cleared his accounts but he knows that his life will never be the same now that he has let this black man impregnate his wife.  Cassie kisses John and gives him a hug before saying, “I took a test today and it’s positive.”  She sounds all excited and John looks to Leon and Leon says proudly, “Aren’t you going to give me a cigar?  I’m going to be a daddy.”

It is only 2 days before Paula goes into labor and true to her word Cassie is there when a cute, healthy baby boy is delivered.  While momma lies there nursing the baby Cassie dreams of what her life will be in 9 months.

As a couple of months pass, Paula and Cassie have became very good friends and tell each other all of their secrets.  Paula arrives early and waits for Cassie to dress for their night out.  John is downstairs trying to get Paula to tell him what they plan to do this evening.  Paula has on a short thin pink dress with white stockings.  Even though this blonde beauty is only 5 foot tall, it is obvious to him that she is not wearing panties.

Cassie enters the room with a narrow piece of thin black fabric wrapped around her chest and pinned to the side.  As John looks down he sees that she has wrapped a wider piece around her waist as well.  She spins for them to see and John can see everything.  Paula whistles her approval while Cassie checks her out as well.  Reaching out and tracing a circle around Paula’s nipple Cassie tells John that they are going to the Jazz club and that she promise not to drink any liquor.

Smiling she kisses Paula passionately and looks to John saying, “Paula is here to keep me honest.  I’ll remember our deal but you need to do the same and maybe you will find Paula in bed with us some morning.”  With that said she leaves John standing stupid again and goes out the door holding hands with Paula.

John thinks of the deal they made and is too excited to move yet.  Knowing that she has agreed to limit her non business dating to 2 nights a week while bringing some of her dates home so that he may watch.  He has agreed to meet Paula’s husband and get to know him while baby sitting for them as they take care of the many black studs in their life.

He knows that it is only the beginning and that when she begins to nurse the baby in public that her lovers will think it’s their baby.  Everyone will know she dates black men and that she is all too ready to do anything it takes to please her man.  He also knows that she will entertain many men from now on but he tries to find solace in the fact that all this really, really turns him on.

 

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He slammed the paper onto the table, and jabbed his finger at a picture of a smartly-dressed, plain-Jane, middle-aged woman, arguing with a group protesting outside the steps of the state capital.

The two of us were relaxing at the tables, while on stage, Angela - Melvin’s Mistress/Business Partner/Hermaphrodite Lover/Adopted child - enthusiastically whipped away at Julie, one of my own sex slaves.

Julie was bent over at the waist, locked into a stockade at the edge of the stage and naked except for a featureless, black leather mask covering her face. Angela was wearing her usual uniform of choice, a dark green velvet dress that was practically painted over her tight, curvy figure, with her favorite stiletto-heeled boots laced halfway up her thighs.

As I watched, Angela reared back with the riding crop in her hand and let Julie’s ass have it. Julie’s body jerked forward and the crowd around the stage cheered.

Angela looked like she was having fun. I don’t know about Julie.

Melvin was fuming.

"Whoever voted for that cunt should be taken down to the river and shot."

The woman in the power suit looked familiar. I looked closer at the article. The headline read: ‘Local Sex Industry Warned!’ And in smaller print: ‘State Rep. Susan Manning Takes the High Road on the Sex Industry’.

"Huh." I said.

Melvin looked at me.

"Whaddaya mean, ‘huh’?

"I know her. She and her family have shopped at my store for years." I pulled the paper closer so I could read the rest of the story. "In fact, she hurt her back on a ski trip a few weeks ago, and the last time I saw her at the store, I carried her bags out and helped her get into her car."

"You’re kidding me."

"No, seriously." I thought about it a second. "It was right before I left for California."

"You should’a clubbed the bitch and dumped her in the trash."

The article praised Mrs. Manning for her new bill that was working its way through the state legislature, something some conservative lawmakers were labeling as ‘a call for a new day of decency for our fine state’. She was working to get funding and zoning restrictions for any type of strip club, massage parlor or adult specialty store, pretty much handcuffing (no pun intended) the sex industry here in town.

I could see why Melvin was pissed.

Between the two of them, he and Angela each owned several adult stores (among other things), all of which probably sent the local soccer moms into convulsions whenever they passed by in their minivans and SUVs.

"She’s not that bad, Mel."

"Not bad my ass." He paused and re-lit the stub of his cigar. "In fact, if I got my hands on her, I’d fuck her ass until she bled, then throw her into the Maze for the boys to have fun with." He took a long puff, and blew the smoke out the side of his mouth. "Turn her into the little slut she really is under all that repressed, prude-lawyer shit."

I laughed again.

"You think I’m kidding? That bitch is the reason we’re sitting here in this dump tonight, instead of at the convention center, like we should be."

Melvin and Angela were part-sponsors of a yearly bondage/fetish merchandise trade show. I vaguely remembered they ran into some problems this year, and couldn’t get the permits they needed to set up at the new convention center. Instead, they had to rent out a series of warehouse spaces in the deep industrial district from sympathetic local businesses.

I nodded at the hundreds of leather and stud clad people roaming the floor.

"Not a bad turnout, though. You’ve got to admit, having the show here has a kind of sleazy appeal."

He grunted.

"Yeah, the hardcore freaks’ll find us wherever we end up. But it’s those weekend creepies, the ones that take their kids to private school in their new Beamers, then play dress-up at night when their kids are asleep; they’re the one’s that get antsy when they’ve gotta drive into the ghetto." He chomped thoughtfully on his stogie, puffing away. "Not that the freaks’ money isn’t any good, there’s just a lot more that never makes it to the table if we’re hiding way out here, y’know?"

"So it’s all about the money."

He shrugged.

"Well, yeah. Losing cash always pisses me off, for sure. But this bitch..." He stubbed his cigar out on her picture. "She’s the worst type of cunt-fuck politician. She ran for office as a fucking Democrat for Crissakes, claiming to be for this liberal issue or against that one, whatever, and y’know: ‘vote for me ‘cause I care about this and that and blah, blah, blah’..." Melvin stretched as he spoke, popping his thick neck. "And then once she got elected she turned right around and forgot about the folks who believed her stinking pile of bullshit and voted her in, and now she’s using her office to promote her own fucking pseudo-Christian conservative agenda."

Melvin paused for a breath.

"You voted for her, didn’t you?"

He glared at me, and laughed.

"Fuck you." He sighed.

"I didn’t know you were politically involved."

"Matt, anything that potentially affects my income, my livelihood, I want to know about." He leaned closer. "Folks think I’m a sick, perverted, dumb old bastard." He poked me in the shoulder and grinned. "Well, I’m a sick bastard, that’s true. But I have never, never been stupid when it comes to business or politics."

"So you admit to being old, then?"

He leaned back.

"I prefer to think that I’m aging gracefully."

He looked at the paper, almost wistfully.

"That bitch has done everything she can to fuck things up for a lot of people in this business, a lot of folks we know. And worse." He looked at me again. "You hear about the ‘Homeless’ bill?"

That had been big news last summer, while I was away. After it passed, the police rounded up most of the local street people and homeless families and relocated them, ‘for their welfare and for the continued safety and beautification of our neighborhoods and business districts’.

I nodded.

"She’s a fucking fascist cunt, and if I had the chance, I’d find as many of those bums she had moved out to the sticks and let them hate fuck her until she had to use a fucking wheelchair for the rest of her goddamn life."

I waved my hand at Angela, who was finishing with her demonstration. Julie hung limply in the stockade now, her back and buttocks glowing with angry, red welts.

"Well, why not? You punish people for kicks all the time."

He shook his head. "Nope. It wouldn’t be enough to just fuck with her. I’d want to teach the bitch a lesson, sure. But..." He drifted off, shrugging. "She’s already screwed things up. This stuff she started has a life of its own now. It’s gonna keep on building, no matter what happens to her."

"Melvin, you know your problem?"

"What’s that, besides the bad case of jock itch I got from reading this shit?"

"You’re too short-sighted." I grinned at him. "I’ve got an idea."

I brainstormed a little for him, and as I jabbered away, Melvin started to smile.

"Goddamn, Matt!" He clapped me on the shoulder when I finished. "I knew there was a reason I liked you." He reached for another cigar, shaking his head. "And people say I’m a sick fuck. That’s so twisted, it’s beautiful."

It took about a week and a half before I saw Susan again.

I was just leaving my store, getting ready to go out for a late lunch, when she pulled up in her new Lexus. I stepped off the sidewalk in front of her car and waited to help her as she got out. She was moving a little gingerly, like her back was still bothering her.

As I told Melvin, I’ve known, or rather, waited on, Susan and her family since I bought the chain of little markets I own, maybe ten years ago now.

Susan and her husband Mike were both lawyers, both in their late 40’s, and wealthy. They had two kids: a tall, willowy teenage girl named Rachel, who was probably a junior or senior in high school, and a son who was a couple years younger. Both of the kids took after their dad, physically; they were tall, slim, and athletic with dark hair and complexions. And keeping with the family tradition of prestige, they both went to private school and drove their own, brand-spankin’ new BMWs.

Mike’s family owned a lot of prime downtown real estate, shipping companies, restaurants and other businesses, along with a fair amount of farmland they were now busy developing in the outlying areas of town. Mike quit his job as a corporate shark a few years ago, shortly after his father passed away and he inherited pretty much everything.

His family was big-time players in local politics too. Money can buy a lot.

The whole family reeked of the snobby attitude that went along with having that kind of money. Susan had been an especially cold fish when I’d first met her, but over the years, she’d gradually warmed up to me, and now she’ll actually stop and converse with me.

One day I realized that I hadn’t seen Susan with Mike for quite a while, and asked her how he was. Susan told me that she and her husband had separated, but quietly, for the sake of their careers, and their kids were living with him in another house across town, partly so they could be closer to school, and because Susan was gone because of work so often.

The news didn’t come as much of a shock to me; I rarely saw the two of them together, even before the separation, and when I did they barely spoke two words to each other. Not a great marriage, but whatever works. Susan had managed to parlay her husbands name into a thriving political career, and if he didn’t seem to mind, well, more power to her.

I held my hand out for her as she opened the car door, and she took it with a smile.

She swung her legs out, and I tried to not stare too openly.

I’ve never seen Susan wear any make-up, and the only times I’ve ever seen her without a suit and skirt, she was usually out for her daily run or she was heading up to the mountain to go skiing in the winter or hiking during the summer. She always wore her straight, dishwater blonde hair cut short around her shoulders, and other than a pair of thin silver hoops in her ears and her wedding ring, she rarely wore any jewelry.

When I first met her, ‘mousy’ was the term that came to mind.

But as plainly as she presented herself, she was in great shape, even well into her 40’s. You had to look twice to notice, but she was short and shapely, with great legs and a nice, round ass and hips that tapered into a tiny, tight waist capped with firm, full breasts.

But I digress.

Always the voyeur, I admired her legs, running my gaze up her muscular calves as I helped her ease out of the car. She moved hips first, and I smiled as her legs spread open, surprising me with a nice crotch shot.

I should possibly note here that she was wearing a pair of black stockings under her light grey skirt. Very nice.

She stood up and smoothed her skirt back down and straightened her suit jacket.

"Thanks." Susan smiled up at me. Even in heels, the top of her head barely reached my chin.

"Don’t mention it." I smiled back at her. "You’re here early today."

She shut the door and locked her car. She shrugged.

"We’re out of session," she explained, "and I’ve got a long weekend, so I was going to stock up on girl-flicks, pizza and ice cream, then lock myself in the house and work on getting fat."

She patted her stomach. No way was she going to be getting fat anytime soon, and I took the opportunity to flirt a little.

"Fat. Right."

"You think I’m kidding? I’ve gained so much weight since I hurt my back, it’s not funny."

"Huh," I said, twirling my finger in a circle. "Let’s see."

She gave me a strange look.

"Now you’re kidding."

"Nope," I grinned. "Let’s check you out."

A slow grin spread across her face, and she raised her arms and did a quick little turn for me.

"Well? Everything you hoped for?" she asked.

Hell yes.

"I was gonna go for a bite to eat...how about keeping me company?"

Susan’s mouth popped open.

"You’re serious."

I twirled my car keys.

"Time’s a-waistin’, and there’s a little bistro downtown calling my name."

This was totally out of left field for her, and I wanted to see how game she might be.

It just took her a second to make up her mind.

"Yeah. Okay, sure." She looked at my keys. "Do you want to drive, or should I?"

Gotcha, I thought.

I drove.

The downtown metro area had once been a thriving seaport back in the 1800’s. Most of the current skyscrapers and businesses had been built over the old buildings, or the old architecture had just been reclaimed and refitted for modern use. Rumor has it that a number of secret entryways connected many, if not all of the older buildings to a huge, elaborate network of tunnels running underground that stretched from the wharves and docks back for miles out into the hills and towards the current industrial areas.

Supposedly the tunnels were used for smuggling every sort of contraband under the sun: alcohol, drugs, weapons, and women - you name it - even as recently as the early 1940’s and ‘50’s. Folks new in town, venturing out into the bars and other, less savory establishments for a night of gambling, drink and fun might find themselves drugged and shanghaied, waking up on a ship somewhere at sea. Some of the surviving bars and hotels now boasted of ghosts and hauntings, spirits left over from the wild frontier days.

The tunnels and the entries to them, if really there were any, had been filled in and boarded up by court order back in the late 1950’s. Melvin, while doing some construction in one of his porn shops, had stumbled onto the entries for dozens of the tunnels.

Melvin explored his find a little and found that, for the most part, the tunnels were still in decent shape. So he excavated and turned the tunnels running under his property into a playground for the more adventurous swingers in town.

He calls his deviant little theme park ‘The Maze’.

And, as in the old days, if you decide to venture inside, into the tunnels, looking for whatever twisted sexual thrill you might find, you do it at your own risk. Melvin swears some people, entering of their own free will, haven’t come back out, and he won’t go in looking for them.

Or so he says.

It’s a nice little bit of publicity that spread around the underground sex scene like wildfire. Now there’s rarely a night when the sex crowd doesn’t turn out in force, waiting to try their luck down in the Maze.

Here’s the way The Maze works: The tunnels open for business at midnight, and stay open until the early hours of the morning. The customer picks one of about a dozen doors, each leading to a certain type of fantasy scenario. Once you enter into the tunnel system, the heavy steel door shuts behind you and locks automatically, forcing you even deeper into the maze to try to find your way out.

Hopefully.

The tunnels don’t just run in a straight line to an exit door. They twist and turn, doubling back in on themselves or branching out and leading to dead ends, different rooms, and the like. A couple of them wander on for miles. As you hunt for the exits, you have the opportunity to participate in whatever type of illicit scenario you stumble into.

Each tunnel has ‘em, and most have several different variations of a theme. And with some scenarios, well, with some you don’t get a choice in the matter.

Melvin has created some really perversely twisted surprises for anyone who decides to try their luck, and every type of fantasy is catered to. Just to keep things fresh, he changes the scenarios once a month.

Plus, every corner of the excavated tunnels are monitored with video cameras, and, legal implications be damned, everybody in the Maze gets filmed and the video is recorded and feeds right into the store proper, playing on big screens for the enjoyment of the customers while they shop or wait to get into the tunnels themselves.

Again, the idea, the supposed risk, is the draw for most of the thrill seekers. And it’s been a cash cow for Melvin.

One of my new slaves, Nancy, followed me to the store a few months ago. Not the best decision on her part, maybe. She ended up getting attacked by a horny batch of customers, who chased her into the Maze. They caught her and raped her in a tunnel, until she bit one of them when he tried to force her to suck his cock.

Nancy managed to escape from the rapists, but Melvin and Angela found her just a few minutes later. She spent the next week chained, gagged, and filmed while being raped repeatedly by Angela, Mel and about twenty of their drugged up flunkies.

All in payment for a suit of clothes that Nancy thought I’d like to see her wear.

When they gave Nancy back to me, Angela was kind enough to send her along with a copy of the movie they made, as well as the clothes they put her through hell to get. I spent another week breaking Nancy in for myself, and once in a while, even now, I force her to watch the video while I fuck her in the ass.

You might ask how this all came about, and what any of this has to do with my lunch with Susan.

I’ll try to fill you in as we go along.

We had a small wait at the restaurant. I chose this particular restaurant for a couple different reasons: It was really trendy, and I knew the chef.

Always good to know the staff when you’re trying to impress the snobby date.

And my friend Jeff, the chef, had told me about finding one of the old tunnel entries buried deep in a corner of the basement here. The building the restaurant was in dated back to the roaring heyday of the frontier.

I wanted my own access to the tunnels that ran under the downtown area, and unknowingly, Jeff had given me that access. So I wanted to check out the restaurant a little.

And Susan’s husband owned the property.

The hostess flashed us a perfect, toothy smile when we walked in. I mentioned that Jeff had recommended that I stop by for a snack. Dropping his name was enough for her to whisk us past the early dinner crowd gathered in the bar, and she led us into the restaurant to a booth with a great view of the busy street outside.

A pair of attractive women seated at a table whispered and turned their heads as we passed. They looked familiar, but I couldn’t place them, and I forgot about them as I helped Susan slide into the booth.

The hostess introduced us to our waitress, a tattooed and pierced young blonde, as I slipped into the other side of the booth, facing Susan, my back to the women at the other table. The waitress rattled off the evening specials, and after she took our drink order I snuck a look around.

Jeff and his partner had gutted the space when they moved in, and refurbished it themselves. The space was large and wide open, but the way the booths were organized, each table had - almost - complete privacy.

The waitress returned with a carafe of ice water, a red wine for Susan and an ice tea for me. She poured each of us a glass of water, took our orders and left us alone.

Susan sipped her wine.

"Seems nice," she said. "Have you eaten here before?"

I shook my head.

"No, but I know one of the owners. As far as the food goes, anything he cooks or tells me to try, I’ll eat." I spread my napkin out on my knee. "How about you?"

"No. I eat out a lot because of work, but I’ve never been here. I guess I’m a guinea pig, then?"

I grinned and squeezed some lemon into my tea.

She was staring at something behind me.

"You’ve caused quite a commotion back there." She nodded her head back the way we came.

"What do you mean?"

"Those women we passed got pretty worked up after they saw you. They haven’t stopped staring at me since we sat down." She lowered her eyes and whispered, "Here comes one now."

I thought she was teasing me, until a familiar voice said, "Hi Matt."

I was married for a few years, and for a few years I had in-laws and a niece and nephew, who I’d managed to completely lose track of.

I looked up to find my old sister-in-law, Laura, smiling at me.

"Hi." I said.

After my divorce, I lost all contact with Laura and her husband, Ken. In fact, the last time I saw Laura, she’d fallen asleep on a couch after making a drunken pass at me during her housewarming party.

Ken was upwardly-mobile and Laura was obsessed with appearances, so seeing her here shouldn’t have surprised me at all. It didn’t really. This was the perfect spot for her to hang out. In fact, now that I thought about it, I recognized the other two women at the table with her from the night of that party.

"Katie said it was you!"

Laura held out her arms to me, and I stood up and gave her a hug.

It felt fantastic.

I remembered her smell from before, like the faint smell of flowers in a spring breeze, and I remembered the feel of her body against mine from few minutes we spent on the couch together at the party.

Laura and I had flirted on and off since we’d met, when she was engaged to Ken and I’d first started dating my ex-wife Jennifer. It seemed pretty innocent stuff, then, and over time Laura had slowly molded herself from a frumpy, chubby young woman into a hip, rather sexy yuppie.

We’d both gone through some changes over the years.

Reluctantly, I pushed away and had a look at her. She looked older than I remembered. She’d always been full-figured, with a tiny waist, and she’d put on a little weight. The extra weight looked good on her, rounding out her hips and filling out her breasts. She’d changed her hairstyle, too, from the short ponytail she used to wear. Now her ash-blonde hair was clipped short, close to her head in the back and around the sides, but she’d left her bangs long. She wore a beret shaped like a small rose in her hair that pulled her bangs so they hung down around her cheeks. She was wearing a pair of tan Capri pants and tennis shoes, with a black sweater over a white t-shirt.

I wondered how I could have forgotten about her.

She was looking me up and down, too.

"Wow. Matt, you look great." She had a curious look on her face. "You look...bigger."

I cleared my throat.

"Personal trainer."

"Really?"

I grinned. "No. Really, just good, clean living."

Her mouth made a little ‘O’ as she took that in. I managed to disengage myself and introduced my date.

"Laura this is Susan. Susan, this is Laura."

The two women glared at each other over gritted teeth. I sat back down and wondered if there was going to be a cat fight.

Laura turned back to me and left Susan grimacing into her drink.

"You look wonderful too," I said. "It’s been a long time."

We made small talk for few minutes, the way old acquaintances do, while Susan watched us quietly.

"You should call sometime, Matt," she said. "I’m sure Ken would like to get together for dinner, or..."

I grinned. I liked Ken, but hanging out with him now that I was on shitty terms with his sister didn’t really appeal to me.

"I dunno, Laura. I..."

Then she got excited and snapped her fingers.

"Hey! How would you like to go to the art festival with me, like we used to talk about?"

That was something else I’d forgotten about.

Laura and Ken had gone through a phase where they decided to collect ‘art’, and were enamored of this particular local painter. During a short period of flirtation, Laura had asked me to go with her to this weekend long festival.

I was never sure of Laura’s motives when she invited me, but mine sure weren’t pure when I agreed to go. And Ken and Jennifer didn’t seem to be aware of any issues regarding the two of us shacked up in a hotel alone for a weekend.

Unfortunately, it never happened.

"There’s one coming up in a few weeks, and I was going to go by myself, ‘cause Ken’s going to be out of town." She rummaged around in her purse and found a pen.

"Here, let me give you my cell number."

She scribbled a phone number on a napkin and handed it to me.

I glanced at it. "I still have your home phone somewhere too. I think."

She looked a little uncomfortable.

"We moved again, out to Westlake, and Ken wanted to get rid of our land lines when we bought the new house."

I caught Susan’s expression out of the corner of my eye. Ken was a big-time computer geek, and his firm was under contract with a bunch of the large, better-known companies in town. I knew he was earning some serious money, but they must be doing better than I thought to afford a place in Westlake.

Even Susan, whose husbands’ net-worth was easily in the umpteen-millions, raised her eyebrows.

"So this is the best way to get a hold of you?" I asked.

"Right."

Laura looked over at her friends, who were arguing over their bill. She leaned over, and her scent wafted past me again as she kissed me on the cheek.

"I should probably go." She slung her bag over her shoulder. "Call me if you want to come along?"

I nodded.

She spared a glance at Susan as she left the table.

"Nice to meet you. Hope you have a nice dinner."

Susan gave her a little, tight smile as Laura walked off.

"She seems...nice. How, um, do you know her?"

I grinned. A little jealousy right off the bat. That was a good sign.

We spent most of the meal talking about my minute-long marriage, and Susan slowly unwound after a few glasses of wine. Eventually the conversation wound its way back to her marriage and her kids. I asked her why she was spending the weekend alone, without her kids. She told me that they already made plans with their dad to go up to the mountain and spend the weekend camping.

Midway through the main course, she excused herself to use the ladies room.

I pulled out my cell phone and watched her butt swish as she walked back to the restrooms.

Melvin answered after the second ring. I told him where I was, and who I was with, and he chuckled in disbelief.

"Don’t fuck with me Matt."

I grinned at Susan’s ass as she slipped into the restroom.

"Never, Mel. She just went to the ladies room, so I need to make this quick. Remember what we talked about at the convention?"

"Of course I do."

"This is the perfect opportunity to start."

"You’re shitting me." I heard him puff on one of his ever-present cigars. "You’re serious, huh."

"Like a heart attack. But we don’t have a lot of time, Mel. You’re in or you’re out, no qualms."

He was quiet for a heartbeat, and then, "What do we need to do?"

I outlined my plan and gave him some quick instructions. When I finished, he chuckled again, and it was an unpleasant sound.

"You want Angela in on this?"

"No, not now." I’d considered it, but this wasn’t quite her thing.

"We’re gonna need some muscle."

"Yeah, I know. My man Roscoe is back in town. We’ll use him."

I could picture Melvin rolling his eyes. "Do I know him?"

"No, but he likes hurting people. You’ll like him."

"All right. I’ll get everything moving. You need anything else?"

"Nope. But we’re going to try out your new stuff this weekend, too."

He whistled. In addition to his other interests, Melvin also dabbled in some designer drugs. I didn’t need to use them to get what I wanted from Susan tonight, but Melvin had been itching for a situation to try them out.

"Damn. I love you like a son, Matt. You know that, dont’cha? After this, we should get together with Angela and celebrate."

I grimaced. It was another story, but Angela had been trying to bed me since Melvin introduced us. And as twisted as my sexual appetites had become, the last thing I wanted was Angela’s dick in my ass.

Or mine in hers, for that matter.

"Mel, you call me if you need me. I’m going to keep Susan busy tonight, but I’ll be by in the morning."

I told him how to get in touch with Roscoe, and we hung up.

Susan was still in the restroom, so I had still had a little time. I fished a little paper packet from my pocket, tore it open, poured its powdery contents into Susan’s water and stirred it in.

I wiped my spoon clean as Susan walked back to the table. She wobbled a bit as she sat back down.

"You okay?" I asked.

She smiled sheepishly. "I’ve been on pain medication since I hurt my back, and I haven’t really had anything to drink for a while." She reached for her water, took a sip. "I’m just a little woozy."

"Maybe we should get a little fresh air," I suggested, "or would you like some dessert to go with that water?"

Susan took another sip and smiled. "I never got my ice cream."

I signaled for our waitress.

 

By the time we finished dessert, she was flushed and breathing rapidly. And after I assured her there was twenty-four hour security at the mall, she agreed with me that it might be a better idea if I drove her home tonight, and she could pick up her car at the store tomorrow.

I drove her home and Susan leaned on me as I walked her to her door.

She had some trouble finding her keys, and I helped her open her front door when she couldn’t get the key in the lock.

I wished her a good-night with a kiss on the cheek, and she threw her arms around my neck, pressing herself against me.

Looked like Mel’s little concoction was working just fine.

I enjoyed the kiss, sucking on her little wet tongue as it poked into my mouth. She panted as she kissed me, with quick, hot bursts, and I could taste the wine on her breath. She played with my hair, and I nuzzled her neck and kissed her ear, then pushed her away.

Susan grabbed for me, but I held her by her shoulders, looked into her half-shut eyes and said, "Susan, are you sure you want to do this?"

She tried to focus, blinking rapidly, then grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me into the house.

We made it into her living room, and she tripped and fell on the floor. I shut and locked the door, and turned to find her down on her knees and elbows, her ass up in the air and her head rolling, panting like a dog. I placed my foot on her ass, and her face mashed into her carpet.

I grinned as she moaned, her butt wriggling in the air. She was conscious, but just barely.

There’s something about a woman’s ass poking up at me that just blows me away, and I’d wanted to fuck this one for a long time now.

Melvin once told me that he never understood why men just didn’t pay for a night with a prostitute instead of dating women. His reasoning was that the price of an evening with a pro was usually about the same as an evening out with some regular bitch, and with a hooker, you always knew you’d be getting some at the end of the date.

I figured that tonight I’d spent enough on dinner to justify fucking Susan.

So I pulled off my shirt, kicked off my shoes and dropped my pants, just about that fast. I dropped to my knees behind Susan and unzipped her skirt, slipping it down over her hips until it bunched around her knees, and ran my hand up the inside of her thigh, cupping her crotch.

She moaned, and her butt jerked up a little higher, pushing her pussy against my hand. A dark, wet patch stained her stockings, and I ripped them open, splitting them up her ass, then grabbed her black panties and ripped them apart too.

I pulled her bare ass closer, and leaned over and shoved my tongue into her pussy, making Susan groan again and shove her ass against my face.

I really hate going down on women, on general principle, but I had fun eating Susan out. By the time I pulled my dick out of my underwear, it was screaming at me to fuck her and she was soaking wet.

I straddled her, my legs outside hers, and pushed the tip of my dick into her pussy. It clamped down on me, and I bent over her back and grabbed her tits through her blouse.

Then I shoved my dick into her as hard as I could.

Susan’s head snapped up and she let out a wail as about six or seven inches, maybe half my cock, pounded into her cunt. I squeezed her tits tighter and held on as her entire body bucked and lurched underneath me.

"OhhhhGoddd...!" Susan cried out and she wiggled and squirmed, but the drug had taken full effect and she didn’t have the strength to fight me off. Her arms couldn’t hold both of our weight, and she collapsed, face first, onto the floor, with my dick keeping her ass propped up in the air.

I pushed harder, slowly, until my belly slapped against her butt, and started ramming my hips against her ass as hard and fast as I could, shoving my cock into her until I came, blowing a load of cum into her so hard it oozed out of her pussy and down her legs.

I rolled her over, my dick still stiff and throbbing, wedged deep in her twat, and I ripped her blouse open down to her navel.

She was wearing a black satin bra that matched her panties.

"Ohhh..."

Her eyes rolled in her head and she drooled down her cheek as I leaned over and pulled the cups of her bra under her breasts. Her tits were amazingly firm; big and juicy, with hard, little brown nipples that stood at attention as I played with them.

"My, my, Susan, what nice titties you have," I chuckled as I ran my hands over her tight belly.

She was in fantastic shape. I could see the smooth muscles in her stomach twitch as I started to slowly fuck her,

Well, well, well, I thought. Look at Mrs. Snooty-Ass, Mrs. Holier-Than-Thou, hot for dick.

She clutched at me with her hands, and I let her pull me down on top of her. I felt the warm flesh of her breasts press flat against my chest and the silk of her stockings as her legs wrapped around my back.

"Fuck me, fuck... me..." she panted.

I pressed my lips on her open mouth. This was going to be a lovely evening.

Susan woke up with a screaming headache.

"Oh, God."

She groaned, threw off the covers and leaned over the side of her bed with her head nestled in her hands, willing the room to stop spinning.

That’s what you get for mixing pain-killer and wine, she thought.

Susan managed to stand up, and shuffled carefully into the bathroom, rubbing her swollen, tender eyes. Susan turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on her face, then grabbed a towel and looked up at herself in the mirror.

"Oh, God," she said again, and her mouth opened in horror, the towel frozen halfway to her face.

She was naked, with bruises that looked like fingers criss-crossing her breasts, her wrists and her ass. Her neck and shoulders were a mass of angry red hickies and bite marks, and more bite marks covered her nipples.

Susan desperately tried to remember what happened last night, but after dinner, only little bits and pieces came back to her.

She remembered feeling a little light headed because of the wine, and going to the restroom to try and clear her head. The walk seemed to help, but then during dessert she started feeling giddy again. And she remembered Matt suggesting that he drive her home. She’d agreed after he had to help her out of the restaurant and back to his car. And then Matt walking her to her porch, and kissing her cheek...

"Oh my God!" Her hand flew up to her mouth. "I threw myself at him!"

More bits came flooding back as her head slowly stopped swimming.

Susan remembered feeling incredibly horny during their drive home, and wondering if Matt knew. Remembered wondering what he’d do if she just leaned over and gave him head, like she used to do for Mike, back when they started dating. She remembered losing control and pulling him into her house, and, and...

"Oh my God!"

Just fragments now. Matt pulling at her clothes, lying on her, his hands moving over her, his mouth on her body. She remembered her first orgasm, the first orgasm she’d had with a man in years, Remembered Matt’s penis ripping into her...

"GgggnnnnOOOOhhh!"

Suddenly her legs quivered and the room spun around her, and Susan almost fell over as a wave of pain and lust ripped through her. She grabbed the counter until the room stopped spinning.

"I can’t believe you let him fuck you," she told herself in the mirror.

Susan shook her head at her own stupidity.

For a second, she wondered if he’d drugged her, and then shook her head again. She’d been with him the entire meal, until she’d gone into the bathroom. She was already pretty drunk by that point, and she’d managed to do that all on her own.

She looked at her body again in the mirror. "Looks like he enjoyed himself," she muttered.

Susan patted her face dry with the towel and dropped it on the counter, then shuffled bow-legged back into the bedroom. She figured Matt left after he was finished, but noticed that the other side of the bed looked slept in. She looked around and found a trail of her clothes leading back into the living room, and followed them down the hall, picking them up as she went, wondering how she made it to bed.

She knew she’d been fucked hard - her pussy ached and her legs were sore - but even with the pain in her crotch, she still felt a little horny. She wondered what Matt looked like this morning. She found herself hoping that he was walking around as tenderly as she was, and grinned.

In the living room, she found her shoes and an open bottle of wine on ice with a card.

"Matt?" Susan looked around, wondering if he was still here.

When he didn’t answer, she dropped her armload of wrinkled clothes on the couch, opened the card, and read to herself:

‘Sorry I couldn’t stay, but you looked like you were going to sleep in and there were a few things I needed to take care of this afternoon. I thought you might be a little hungry when you woke up, so I left some ice cream in the fridge, and there’s pizza to go with the wine. No movies - sorry, the Soaps’ll have to do. Enjoy lunch, and I’ll stop by tonight around 8-ish. Maybe we can go see something later. Matt’

A wonderfully warm little tingle washed through her as she read the letter, settling in her crotch.

Susan realized she was holding her breath and let it out with a whoosh. She tapped the card thoughtfully, and a little smile snuck across her face.

Damn him, she thought, unable to wipe the silly grin off her face. The last thing I need right now is to have an affair.

Lately, her career was glowing. In another four years, with her record and recent accomplishments - plus the help of Mike’s family name - she might have a realistic shot at Washington. She sighed, exasperated with herself. She and Mike had been so careful when they finally decided to split up and live alone - appearances were everything in their businesses. That was one of the few things they’d ever agreed on, and now Susan felt absolutely stupid to have been seen in public with Matt.

Inwardly, she kicked herself again. Who knew if anyone got any pictures of them together, or what kind of gossip might be circulating.

She couldn’t get involved with a scandal. Not now, not with the decency bill still bouncing around, waiting for the voters. News of this would kill the bill and make her a laughing stock in her firm, in politics, even her social circles.

What the hell got into her, kissing him out on her porch, for all the neighbors to see? And drunk, too? God, just how dumb could she be?

Memory of the hickies and bruises covering her body popped back into her mind, and Susan groaned. How was she going to hide those? It was almost summertime; she couldn’t just pull a turtleneck over them.

She dropped the card and poured herself a glass of wine. She sipped at it while she pondered damage control.

How bad was this really?

Susan knew several of her female colleagues in both law and politics who kept lovers. But they were typically college students who were happy getting laid once or twice a week in return for a decent apartment, not grown men with a life of their own.

Susan wondered if Matt would settle for just a one-night stand.

Not that Matt wasn’t attractive. She’d always thought he was kind of cute, and he’d always been a flirt, even when she was still married. But if anyone found out that she was sleeping with some regular guy with no money, no aspirations...!

Well, that wouldn’t do.

She curled up naked on the couch with her glass and tried to think things out. The wine was making her warm, and she felt an odd tingling spreading through her. It made her smile, and she rubbed her belly, enjoying the sensation.

A brief memory, just a flash from last night flitted through her mind, of Matt, lying on top of her, his penis buried in her, gently stroking her stomach.

Susan almost spilled her wine as a wave of horniness flooded through her. She closed her eyes and remembered what she could of him last night, touching her.

She smiled at herself, and her thinking made a complete about-face.

"You got laid," she said out loud. "You got laid, you seduced him and brought him home and you got laid."

Susan shook her head, that crazy little smile stealing back over her face. She suddenly felt almost proud of herself for getting a little out of control.

Matt was the first man she’d slept with since her separation. Even when she and Mike were living together the last few years, they never shared the same bed. And now she was always so damned busy with either work or dealing with her kids, she didn’t have a social life outside of the business dinners or political functions.

Susan sipped her wine, pondering that thought.

Maybe it wouldn’t be a bad thing to let him come over tonight, if she were careful. They could stay in for the evening and watch movies, or she could cook him dinner, and…

She grinned again, blushing, as a wild thought hit her out of nowhere. Susan felt her pussy get wet.

"Maybe I’ll seduce him while we’re eating." She set her glass on the table, licked her lips and closed her eyes, fantasizing. "I’ll sit on his lap and feed him dessert with my fingers, and..."

Susan touched herself and her eyes fluttered closed as a warm, wet flood gushed over her hand. She squirted all over her legs and the couch as she climaxed.

"Oh sh-shit..."

She’d never done that before. Not...ejaculating, like a man.

Susan kept rubbing her clit until her hips jerked and her orgasm subsided. She jumped up as her cum dripped down the inside of her legs and soaked the couch. She shook the moisture from her hand.

Oh God, I’m horny, she thought. And look at me. Here I am, trying to get smut banned from the state, and suddenly I’m masturbating over some guy who had sex with me while I was drunk enough to pass out.

Her stomach growled as she wiped at the wet beads running down her thighs.

She stepped towards the kitchen to hunt down that pizza, and thought again of Matt naked, here in her house with her.

Yeah, she thought. Okay.

Maybe she could him around for a little while longer.

If she was careful.

Susan ate lunch, thinking how sweet Matt had been to bring her food, trying to ignore the hot tingling in her pussy.

Afterwards, she was still horny, enough to need a cold shower to try to cool off. It seemed to help. A little.

After her shower Susan slipped on a silk bathrobe and tried to watch television, snacking on the ice cream and sipping at the wine, but she kept fantasizing about what she wanted to do to Matt later, and she couldn’t seem to pay any attention.

She turned off the television, sighing.

He owed her for last night, she figured.

Susan took a bite of the ice cream and wondered if he’d lick her pussy if she put some down there for him to enjoy.

"Here’s your dessert, Matt," Susan said out loud with a giggle, and she shivered with pleasure as she used her finger to smear a glob of ice cream over her pussy. She spread her legs and rubbed it in. The ice cream was cold and sticky. She dabbed another finger-full onto her crotch, and her nipples popped up.

"Oh. Would you like some there, too?" She asked the empty room. Susan ran her finger around the inside of the container and plopped a dollop of ice cream over each nipple.

"Well, come and get it," she giggled to herself, and spread her legs.

I’m going to need another shower after this, she thought, and closed her eyes.

By the time eight o’clock rolled around, Susan had finished off half the pizza, most of the ice cream and all the wine.

Three more cold showers later, and she was so horny she could barely sit still.

Around four o’clock, Susan had a sexual epiphany, and she hunted through boxes in her closet until she found an old vibrator someone had given her as a joke back in college. She managed to find some batteries that still worked in a junk drawer, and she spent the next several hours naked and spread-eagled on her bed, masturbating.

Where the hell is he? She thought, desperately jabbing the dildo into her soaking wet pussy. The dildo was slippery in her hand and the bedding underneath her was saturated with her pussy juice.

It seemed like the more she came, the more she needed to fuck.

This isn’t helping at all, she thought.

Somehow she knew she needed to fuck Matt.

When Susan finally heard the doorbell ring, she was in the middle of a rip-roaring orgasm. She was coming so hard and moaning so loudly that she missed the bell on the first ring, and she had to literally sit on the hand holding the dildo, breathlessly forcing herself to listen for the bell to ring again.

Nothing.

Susan almost wept out of sheer frustration. Her crotch was burning like it was on fire, and the only thing she wanted was...

Wait. There it was again.

Susan bolted out of bed and ran to her front door. She pulled it open and stood there, naked and panting. Matt stood just outside, his finger halfway back to the ringer with a look of complete surprise.

"Hi," he grinned at her, and Susan launched herself out the door, jumping on him, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, kissing him wildly. She felt her pussy rub against his shirt and she groaned, her need for him welling back up like a hunger.

Fuck the neighbors, she thought. She was so horny now she would’ve fucked him right here on the steps, in plain view of God and the world.

"Oh God, finally..."

Susan rained kisses on Matt as he carried her awkwardly inside and kicked the door shut. He tried to set her down but she slid to the floor and fumbled with his belt, trying to get it unbuckled.

"Hey!" Matt caught her wrists, and she shoved her face against his crotch until he pushed her roughly away.

"Oh please, Matt, please, I can’t wait. Please let me fuck you," she begged breathlessly, straining to get her hands on him.

Matt grinned at her flushed face, her disheveled hair. But he tightened his grip and pushed her back onto the floor, and sat on her chest.

Then he noticed the smell.

"Lordy, Sue, you smell like a rotting clam."

Susan moaned as her body took his weight, and she wiggled underneath him. Her hands groped at him until he pinned her arms under his knees.

He cupped her face, forcing her to look away from his crotch. "Looks like you’ve been having some, uh, fun while I was gone."

"Fuck me, fuck me, oh please, oh please," she gasped. He grinned again.

"Persistent little twat. I can see why you’re such a good politician." He patted her face.

She squirmed.

"Please Matt; I need you...right now, I..."

He shook her head with his hands, making her cheeks wiggle.

"You know, Sue, I won’t turn you down, but I’m going to make you a deal. You want to hear it?"

Susan tried to calm down. "O-okay."

"Okay. Here’s the deal." Matt gently played with her hair as he spoke. "We’re going to take this slow tonight, okay?"

She nodded.

"Good. First, since you’re so God-awful horny, I’ll let you give me a little blow job. How does that sound?"

Susan began panting uncontrollably, and a giddy smile lit up her face.

"Looks like that’s a yes. Cool."

Matt unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans as he spoke.

"If you can make me come, we’ll get you cleaned up and dressed so you look cute, and then we’ll go to a movie like I promised." He grabbed her by the hair with his free hand, pulling her head towards him. "I’ll give you a bath and dress you myself." Susan moaned and almost came at the thought. "Then after the movie, I promise you’ll get all the sex you can handle. Deal?"

Susan managed to nod again, licking her lips.

"Good girl."

He used his free hand to yank his pants down under his crotch and his dick plopped out onto Susan’s upturned face and slid off one side.

He was huge, bigger than she’d imagined, more than twice the size of the dildo she’d been jacking off with earlier. She looked at his cock with a mixture of lust and fear, wondering how she was able to take him last night, finally realizing why her pussy was so sore.

I must’ve been really drunk, she thought.

He grabbed his dick and plopped it back onto her face. It was hot and sweaty, and Susan licked him with the little pink tip of her tongue, making his cock twitch.

She grinned up at him and began slowly running her tongue up and down the bottom of his dick, watching it grow, until it hovered, pulsing, just above her face. He was so big; she wondered how he didn’t get dizzy and pass out from blood loss to his head.

Matt lifted his ass off her chest, his knees and all of his weight pressing hard into her upper arms.

Susan sucked in air as pain bolted up her arms.

"Oww..."

His dick slid down her face and Matt pushed the swollen, purple head into her mouth, cutting off her air with a gurgle.

Her eyes bulged with pain and shock, and she kicked and thrashed under him, but he grabbed her wrists and pinned her arms completely to the floor, shoving his dick deeper into her mouth. Susan heard her jaws crack as Matt used his hips to fuck her face, pushing harder with each thrust, forcing his cock into throat.

He never pulled out, just kept fucking her deeper and deeper. Susan gagged and vomited around his cock, spewing burning bile out from her nose, and she saw spots as her vision slowly turned red and hazy. She knew she was going to pass out from lack of oxygen, and could feel her body getting weaker and weaker. She didn’t have the energy to fight him anymore, and her legs stopped kicking and just flopped to the floor, twitching.

She barely noticed when he was fully buried in her mouth, when his heavy balls smacked her chin and he started to viciously pump in and out of her mouth, pounding her head against the floor.

Susan listened to the smacking sound as his balls whacked her face, and she slowly faded away.

Suddenly, Matt jerked once and groaned. He squeezed her wrists painfully tight as he shot his load, filling her throat with hot, salty cum. He jerked again, spurting more of the sticky fluid into her, and then he slowly pulled out.

Tears of shame and fear and lust ran down the sides of her face as Susan choked and coughed the vomit and cum out of her nose and throat.

"Whooo-boy!"

Matt patted her face and sat back on her stomach, stroking himself and rubbing his thick, wet cock on her tits. Another little twitch sent another spurt of hot cum into the air and over her shoulder, and he sighed happily. He still had her upper arms pinned under his knees, but he’d let go of her hands, and Susan grabbed his dick in a death grip.

He’d almost killed her, but she’d never felt so fucking horny. Still gasping for breath, she started licking him clean.

"That’s my girl," he smiled down at her and pinched her nipples.

When she’d cleaned him to her satisfaction, she wiped the spooge off her face and grinned up at him.

"Did I do a good job?"

He stood up and she grabbed for him. Pins and needles exploded in her numb arms as the blood began to circulate again.

"A very good job."

Matt bent over, picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder, making her giggle again.

"All right. Let’s go pick out some clothes."

As he carried her into the bedroom, patting her bare ass, Susan wondered just what the hell was happening to her.

The bedroom smelled musky, of sex.

Matt took a look at the vibrator lying on the bed and the big, wet bed-stain and grinned.

"Nice dildo, Sue." He patted her ass again.

She grimaced, embarrassed.

"I wouldn’t have needed it if you’d stayed with me today."

Matt carried Susan into the bathroom, propped her up in the shower and turned on the water. He stepped out of his clothes, and then slipped into the shower with her, taking her into his arms.

She melted into him, trying to kiss him, but he turned his head away.

"Uh-uh. Not until you’ve brushed your teeth, kiddo. Your breath smells awful."

Her hands flew to her mouth, remembering the vomit.

What the hell did he expect after that, minty fresh?

He grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around, holding her tight, and kissed her neck.

Susan felt his dick slide up the inside of her leg, and she pushed her ass against him, bending over, reaching for him between her legs. She gripped his cock, marveling at how big he was, and guided him to her pussy.

This is what she’d been waiting for all fucking day.

She spread her legs wide and braced her hands on the tile wall of the shower, arching her back to give him better access to her body. He grabbed her around her waist, and she gasped as he pushed into her.

"Oh God!"

Susan pushed her ass against him, urging him on. It hurt, but her pussy was so relaxed from her day of masturbating that he slid right in. She felt him cup her breasts and pull her closer to him.

He kissed her cheek and whispered into her ear:

"Whose little bitch are you, Sue? Are you my little bitch?"

She managed to lick her lips and nod as she ground her ass against his crotch.

"I want you to say it, Sue. I want to hear you say it."

Susan touched his face, ran her hand through his wet hair as she shower poured down on them. She tipped her head as he nuzzled the soft flesh of her neck.

She licked her lips again.

"I’m yours Matt."

"All mine?"

She nodded blissfully.

"All yours. I’m...all y-yours. Your l-l-little bitch."

Her orgasm flooded over her, and she felt her own hot juice running down her legs as Matt, her man, slowly, gently fucked her from behind.

 

Afterwards, they toweled each other dry, and he let her brush his hair. Susan liked the way he looked naked. He was tall and his body was tan and rugged and hard, with a light dusting of hair around his groin and chest, on his arms and legs.

Susan mentally compared him with her husband, and suddenly decided she had no idea why she’d ever been attracted to Mike. He was just never her type, except for maybe his intellect. Physically, Matt was so much bigger than Mike - in every way. Even now, soft and flaccid, his cock was massive. She ran her finger the length of him and cupped his balls. They were soft and heavy in her hand. She thought carrying that load around must be uncomfortable.

Susan jumped a little as his cock throbbed, then grinned at him.

"What do you do when you get horny?"

He looked at her with a goofy smile.

"You mean like a few minutes ago?"

She blushed.

"No, no, I mean, when you’re dressed. How do you...you know...carry it?"

"Oh..." He nodded. "It likes to ride straight up, but it pretty much does whatever it wants to do, and pokes wherever it wants to poke."

"Don’t you...I don’t know, have any control?"

He grinned. "Over my dick? Not a bit."

Mike did the same thing."

Matt grinned again. Sometimes he wondered that himself.

"Maybe it is."

"Does it make you do stuff?"

Matt blinked at her, and took the hairbrush from her.

"Like what?"

She shrugged and reached for her toothbrush.

"I don’t know. Like...like..." she shook her head again. "I don’t know. Mike used to say that all men thought with their dicks."

He grinned again, giving her an odd look.

"Wow. What a vocabulary. When did Miss Little Goodie-Goodie start swearing?"

Susan thought about that as she squirted some toothpaste onto the brush and ran it under the faucet.

"Apparently about a day ago, right after we had lunch together."

"Huh. And it’s all my fault, I take it?"

She grinned and pressed her ass into him again.

Matt quietly brushed her hair while she scrubbed her teeth. She enjoyed the feel of his cock pressed against her, suddenly feeling a little horny again.

He set the brush on the counter as she rinsed her mouth and turned back to him, smiling.

"There." She showed him her teeth, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Better?"

He picked her up and kissed her, and she closed her eyes as he cupped her ass and sat her down on the counter.

"Better," he agreed.

Susan felt something poking against her crotch, and looked down to see his dick, hard and throbbing again, pushing into her.

"I thought we needed to go," she whispered.

"It’s okay, everybody can wait for us.

Everybody, who? She wondered.

He kissed her, and she wrapped her legs around his ass, pulling him to her.

"Just one more for the road."

Her body twitched as he entered her, and she knocked her toothbrush clattering into the sink.

"Okay. Just...o-one...m-m-more..."

Unbelievable, Susan thought. I’m still...horny.

Her pussy was burning up, and little beads of moisture still dripped down her legs.

She shook her head.

Here I am, she thought, naked with a man I barely know, who’s just fucked me silly twice - hell, almost choked me to death with his cock - after spending all day playing with myself, and I can’t get enough.

It was beyond anything she’d ever experienced. It was like an overwhelming physical need.

Matt had just stepped into the bedroom after they’d finished their last bout of lovemaking, leaving her in the bathroom.

Something in her body screamed at her the minute he left the room and Susan had a completely irrational, crazy feeling that he was going to leave. She bolted out of the bathroom after him, and almost knocked him over as he bent over and picked up his clothes.

The sight of him bent over with his ass in the air sent the room spinning around her, and she had to grab him to keep from falling down.

"Hey!" he laughed at her as she clutched him in a panic.

This definitely isn’t normal, she thought.

Matt was more right than he knew when he called her a goody-two-shoes. Until Mike, she’d only had a couple boyfriends during high school and college. She never had the time, or any interest, really. And those didn’t stay around very long, after they learned that her education and then her career came first, before anything else.

She’d been a virgin until her senior year in college, until a friend invited her to a party in the football dorm with him.

Susan closed her eyes at the memory. He’d given her a cup of punch, telling her that she didn’t have to drink if she didn’t want to. The punch was good, and she’d actually started to wind down and enjoy herself. A cup or two later, though, and the party was swimming around her, and her ‘friend’ had her pinned to a couch, ripping at her clothes.

She woke up two days later, back at her room, naked and alone, looking and feeling a lot like she had when she woke up this morning. Even now, she had no idea how many times she’d been raped while she was unconscious, or how she got back to her dorm.

Later, Susan learned that she wasn’t the only girl invited to the parties and molested. In fact, it was a party ritual: every weekend, a couple girls who weren’t with the jock click were lured to the party and drugged, then raped, by whoever wanted them over a period of a couple days.

They were just another party favor.

Susan reasoned that she was lucky; she never got pregnant, never caught any diseases. The whole experience was awful, but she never reported it, and could only remembered bits of what happened.

It was her one dirty secret, her shame.

Susan kept it to herself, never telling anyone. Instead, she used the experience to motivate herself, and eventually, she managed to turn it into a positive, a good thing. She’d finished at the top of her law class, and she met Mike at his father’s firm, after she’d been hired to manage their corporate accounts.

Mike pursued her for months until she broke down and started to date him. And Susan had tried to forget the rape when they finally made love, when they decided to get married and have children.

She tried, but it was always at the back of her mind, and never quite went away. It defined her emotionally and she built her career on the seed of what happened to her. It had slowly poisoned her relationship with Mike, and her kids…

But now, with Matt...

She knew she wasn’t being herself. The coincidences were so strong...

Susan wondered again if somehow she’d been drugged. But it still didn’t make sense. All the sex/rape drugs she’d ever heard of in the course of her work didn’t make you...excited. They knocked you out, or at best just made you incapable of any action. And not for more than a few hours or so...

Maybe she’d just got drunk. And whatever inhibitions she had hit the wind when he took her home. After all, she’d been the one to actually pull him into the house last night.

Susan shook her head a little. She’d definitely lost her inhibitions. Letting him fuck her on her bathroom counter? Mike could barely get her to spread her legs for him in bed, much less in the shower or anywhere else.

She picked up Matt’s shirt, and he let her dress him. She used the chance to explore his body. When she finally buckled his belt, locking away his penis, she felt a moment of…what? Something that twisted in her stomach. Loss?

Maybe.

She kissed him through his pants. Maybe she just liked him. Susan sighed, and he grinned at her.

"Don’t worry. Remember, I promised you all the sex you can handle tonight."

It was like he could read her mind. She patted his crotch and stood up.

"Your turn."

She pulled open her dresser and rustled through her clothes.

"What should I wear? Jeans? I haven’t been out to a movie in a long time."

"Ah-ah-ah. No-no-no. No jeans." He pulled her away and sat her on the bed. "I told you I was going to get you ready, you just sit tight."

He stepped back and looked at her.

"Okay. I dig the prim schoolteacher look you’ve got going, but we’re gonna sex you up a little. Where’s your best lingerie?"

Susan grinned and pointed to the top drawer of her dresser.

"In here?" She nodded and Matt opened the drawer. She saw him whistle to himself.

"Do you actually wear this stuff?" He pulled out a lacy white satin bra, and a black garter belt with a pair of black silk stockings.

Susan blushed.

"Yeah, but not because...I mean, I like to feel pretty. You don’t like them?"

Matt cocked his eyebrow and knelt by her feet.

"What’s not to like? Call me an old fashioned chauvinist, but I think women should dress like this all the time."

He slipped the garter belt up her legs and Susan lifted her hips off the bed to help him.

"Really?"

He grinned. "You bet. Old Hugh got it right."

She was confused.

"Who?"

"No, ‘Hugh’.

She groaned. "Stop that. I mean, who are you talking about?"

"You ever read Playboy?"

She shook her head.

"Are you kidding?"

He grinned again.

"Well, Hugh - Hef - makes all the women who pose for the magazine look very soft and sweet. I’ve had a lingerie fetish since I was a kid."

He rolled up her stockings and she closed her eyes as he slipped them up her thighs. She’d forgotten how cool and smooth the silk felt against her skin. He attached the stockings to the belt with their little clamps, and pulled her to her feet.

"Keep your arms up. Just like that."

He pulled the bra straps over her arms and reached around her to clasp the back. She kissed his neck as she felt him struggle with the snaps, and giggled at him.

"Hey, look, don’t mock me, I prefer leaving these things on," he said, grinning back at her. "Or I just rip ‘em off. I’m not a pro at putting them on, especially when I can’t see what I’m doing."

Susan pushed him away and reached behind her back, snapping the hooks into place. She adjusted the straps and cupped her breasts for him.

She remembered a line her son had used on his girlfriend.

"Daddy like?"

Matt laughed and pinched her ass.

"Very perky."

He pulled a black slip out of the drawer, and she leaned against him as she stepped into it.

"Okay. Skirts and blouses," he asked as he settled it around her waist.

She pointed again. "Um, there and there." He bent over and searched through the drawers. "Uh, Matt, what about panties?"

He looked up at her and shook his head.

"Nope."

"But..."

He stood up, holding a white silk blouse and a black skirt.

"I said no." He shook out the blouse. "Now give me your hands."

He slipped the blouse on and buttoned it to the bottom of her breasts, leaving the collar open and showing off her cleavage, and then he buttoned the cuffs around her wrists. She could just make out the soft, lacy outline of her bra through the gauzy material of the blouse.

He shook out the skirt for her and she stepped into it, letting him pull it over her hips, and she helped him tuck in her blouse while he zipped her up. She started to finish buttoning her front, but he smacked her hand.

"Ow!"

"Stop it, then." He looked her up and down. "Jewelry?"

She opened a carved wood box on the dresser, and she grinned when he found her favorite pearl earrings. She felt another small tingle shoot through her body when he put them on for her.

"There’s a necklace that goes with these..." She stopped as he shook his head.

"Good idea, but no again. Do you have a jacket that matches that skirt?"

Susan opened her walk-in closet and searched through her clothes. She pulled out a black jacket and slipped it on. Matt stopped her as she tried to button it.

"Leave it alone." He looked in the closet. "All right. Now shoes. You have any high heels?"

She pulled out a pair of black pumps and slipped them on.

"Perfect."

She turned on the overhead light and looked at herself in the mirror at the back of the closet. Matt held her hands, and she spun for him.

"Okay, just two little things."

"What?"

Matt held her left hand and slowly pulled off her wedding ring.

"We get rid of this."

A flash of guilt ran through her as he tossed it casually onto the floor.

"Oh! Matt, that was..."

"Nothing. That was your old life." He cupped her chin in his hand, made her look him in the eye. "Whose bitch are you?"

"W-what?"

He shook her a little.

"I said, 'whose bitch are you?'"

Fear ran through her for a second, until she remembered the shower.

"I’m your little bitch," she said quietly.

He grinned and grabbed his jacket, pulled something out of his pocket.

"Good. Turn around."

He faced her towards her mirror and stood behind her.

"Hold your hair up, out of the way."

She folded her hair over the top of her head, and a prickling, burning sensation ran through her as he buckled a thick, heavy leather collar around her neck. He put it on tight, and she ran the tip of her finger around its edge.

"There. Now you’re mine."

She stared at him.

"What are you talking about?"

The look on his face scared her a little. He looked at his watch.

"Come on. We need to go."

 

She was horny again, squirming around in her seat, playing with the collar around her neck.

What the hell did he mean, ‘now you’re mine’?

When she asked him again, Matt just smiled at her and said, "Shhh. You’ll see."

So damn weird. But she was definitely ready again, wet and waiting. She had been ever since he buckled on the collar.

The whole business was baffling, and Susan was so distracted, she never thought to ask where they were going, or what they were going to see, until Matt backed into a parking spot and turned off the car.

"Here we are."

He got out and walked around to her side of the car, holding out his hand for her. He helped her out and she looked around.

Susan recognized this place.

They’d driven to one of the oldest sections of town, to the oldest movie house in the state, the Carver Theater. About fifteen years ago, when all the multi-plex theaters started popping up around town, business here had slowed enough that the old owner had sold the Carver for what pittance he could, and the new owner had turned it into a porno house, showing movies for the trench-coat-pervert-kiddie-rapist crowd.

This was one of the places her bill, when it passed, would help get shut down.

"You’ve got to be kidding me."

"C’mon. Trust me."

Matt pulled her reluctantly across the street, to the box office, where a fat, bald man sat, smoking a cigar.

"Two, please. Main theater."

Susan was shaking her head. Something about this felt really bad. A warning bell went off - No no no no no - screaming in her head, and the fat man seemed to blur behind the haze of smoke swirling around in the booth.

"That’ll be Fi’teen bucks."

Susan clutched Matt’s arm and the world seemed to spin around her as Matt handed the fat man a twenty dollar bill. The fat man gave him a five and a couple old-fashioned ticket stubs back.

"Good choice, Sonny."

He winked, and gave Susan a nasty, wicked grin.

"Enjoy the show."

Susan could hear him laughing as Matt pulled her inside. They passed a concession counter, where a skinny man missing his front teeth was busy picking his nose.

Matt examined the selection and turned to her.

"Do you want something to drink, or some popcorn?"

She stared at Matt. He seemed to be having a good time.

The skinny man pulled something green and elastic from his nose.

"Oh, God. No!"

Matt shrugged at the skinny man, who rolled his treasure between his thumb and forefinger.

"Nothin’?" He asked.

"Nope. Guess not."

"Thuit yourthelf," he lisped, and flicked the booger into the popcorn. He leaned over the counter and grinned at Susan as Matt led her to a door. "Hey, don’ worry, ‘hon. It juth addth flavor."

Susan shuddered, and Matt opened the door and ushered her into a noisy theater. She stopped short, letting her eyes get accustomed to the gloom.

The theater was huge, with a balcony above them.

Susan guessed there were about thirty or forty rows of seats running up from the old fashioned stage below the movie screen in the front of the theater. Each row was split into three columns, with about ten seats down the middle and four on each end. She had no idea how many the balcony held.

At least seven hundred seats, and every one looked taken. A loud, excited murmur filled the theater like a strange aura of expectation.

Susan looked around, flabbergasted.

"What are we here for?"

"It’s a special surprise."

What the hell is so special about this place, she wondered. She knew the building was so old it was on a list as a state monument. Maybe this was a benefit to renovate the theater.

"Your tickets, sir."

Susan jumped as a huge man, who looked as hairy as a bear and was dressed in an old-fashioned usher’s uniform, detached himself from the wall behind them.

Matt handed him their tickets, and the tall man shined a flashlight on them.

"Right this way, sir."

The creepy usher led them down the aisle.

She snuck her hand through Matt’s arm, for some reason not wanting to leave him even for a second. The loud buzz of voices she heard when they stepped inside quieted to a hush. Susan knew it was just her imagination, but she felt every eye on them as they sat down.

The sudden quiet was overwhelming. Susan felt something like awe directed towards Matt as he settled in, and a barely restrained animosity towards her.

Her little warning bell amped up, but Matt seemed completely relaxed. He smiled at the smelly, stinky creep sitting next to him and they struck up a conversation.

She tried to take in what she could in the gloom as the volume of voices around her slowly rose.

The stage looked real, probably left over from when the building actually had live performances. A small stairwell at each end of the aisles led up to the stage floor and the movie screen. It looked like there was an old, ratty mattress thrown up there, along with some chains and other junk. The room stank of unwashed bodies, stale alcohol, and worse; everybody around her looked like a bum, and they all seemed to be leering drunkenly at her.

If Matt hadn’t been here with her, she would have run screaming from the room.

A scrawny old man sitting to her left gave her a gap-toothed grin, and she leaned against Matt, as far away from the smelly man as possible. Matt smiled at her and patted her thigh, tickling the inside of her leg with his fingers. She felt a little rush of excitement at his touch, and she was instantly wet.

She leaned over and whispered in his ear.

"We should’ve stayed home."

He laughed a little and she moved his hand up her thigh, until it rested on her soft, curly mound. Susan felt her breath catch and she squirmed a little as his hand gently massaged her under her skirt.

God, she thought wistfully, it’s been less than an hour, and all I want to do is fuck him again. I’d even do him in his car.

The room spun around her as Matt’s finger slipped into her pussy, slowly sliding in and out. She closed her eyes and leaned her head on his shoulder, spreading her legs a little for him.

He played with her, and Susan wondered what it would be like trying to have sex with him in his little BMW. Her Lexus would be a lot easier. It was so much roomier... her eyes popped open as she realized that she’d left her car in Matt’s parking lot.

The scrawny old man next to her cackled wetly, coughing up a chunk of phlegm that he spit onto the floor. Susan stared at the man until she realized he was watching Matt rub her pussy.

Oh God, what am I doing?

She grabbed Matt’s hand and pushed it away, slapping her legs together and bolting straight up in her seat. Matt looked at her, surprised, and the scrawny man pointed to his hand and gave Matt a thumbs up.

Susan stared at the stage, blushing furiously as the scrawny man elbowed her arm and wiggled his eyebrows at her.

Matt just grinned and rubbed her thigh again.

His touch seemed to calm her down a bit. Susan started to relax as the fat man from the ticket booth was led down the aisle by the huge usher. He climbed the stairs to the stage, and the crowd applauded him. He bowed with a flourish, taking a microphone from the usher, who stepped back into the shadows.

The fat man tapped the microphone, sending a loud whine through the speaker system, and he grinned at his audience.

"Is this thing on?"

The lights dimmed even further, and the screen in back of him flickered to life. The fat man’s image loomed over the crowd.

Susan stared, then blinked, and stared again.

The man’s image on the movie screen was clear as day. But the real man, standing just a few feet in front of her, kept blurring in and out of focus, just like he had when he sold Matt his tickets.

Susan looked away. The rest of the crowd didn’t seem to notice. They just stared up at the stage, laughing at the man’s stupid jokes. Susan closed her eyes and shook her head. She’d assumed that all the smoke in the little booth had obscured her vision before, but now she wasn’t so sure. He still chomped on a cigar, and she could make that and the microphone out fine, but his face was just a dark, black blur.

Susan felt a knot of fear grow deep in her belly. Then she realized he was talking about her.

"And I’d like to welcome a special couple to tonight’s show. My buddy, Matt (a loud round of applause for Matt, who grinned), who you all know organized this little shin-dig, and his... (Susan saw the man’s face clearly for a second, then it melted away until she could just see his eyes, his shiny, beady little black eyes glaring down at her) ...lovely, lovely new friend, the reason we’re all here, your State Rep., Ms. Susan Manning!"

Oh, God! He didn’t just say her name, did he?

Panic surged through Susan as the man linked her with Matt. She felt her carefully constructed career suddenly slipping away.

And then she realized that he’d said ‘Ms.’ Not ‘Mrs. Susan Manning’ - ‘Ms. Susan Manning’. The irrational feeling of dread bubbled up and over, making her shiver.

Up on stage, the fat man was waving in their direction.

"Matt, why don’t you come on up and tell us what we’re going to be seeing tonight."

Susan couldn’t speak. She grabbed at Matt, not wanting him to leave her, but her hands groped at air as he stood up and waved, then bounded up the stairs to the stage to a standing ovation. The usher handed Matt another microphone, and he grinned out at the crowd. The fat man held up his hands, and the applause gradually settled down.

Matt cleared his throat.

"I’m sure you’re all excited to get the movie under way, but I’ll give you a quick introduction. What you’re about to see is a quick cut of footage that we shot last night, so Melvin and I will narrate as we go along." He shaded his eyes with his hand and looked up towards the projection booth. "Let’s get rolling, shall we?"

Susan hugged herself, crossing her arms under her breasts, and tried to sink back into her seat.

What the hell could this be? After two nights of complete weirdness, Susan thought she was ready for anything.

She was wrong.

 

The sound of a projector turning clicked away from in back of the theater, and the screen went dark, fading into a shot of a teenage girl, sobbing hysterically and running for her life through a rough-hewn, rocky tunnel.

The film was shot from what looked like a series of video cameras mounted on the walls and roof of the tunnels. It cut choppily from one position to another as the girl ran, turning corners, moving from one tunnel to the next.

The girl was naked except for a few clothes that were ripped and torn. And just steps behind her, an impenetrable black mass of rolling, tentacled shadows pursued her.

The girl caromed off a wall and fell, sliding on a rough, concrete floor. She scrambled with her feet and shot forward again, running full-tilt into a heavy door.

Susan got a good look at the girls face as she jerked the door open, and her hand shot to her mouth.

"Oh God."

Susan’s hand trembled as she recognized the poor girl, her face a mask of fear as she ran from whatever was chasing her.

"Rachel?"

Even as she said her name, Susan knew. The girl on the screen was her daughter.

Matt’s voice cut through the fog of fear that had settled around her, and Susan looked at him, happily smiling down at her from the stage.

"She’s really quite pretty when she’s frightened, isn’t she Sue? I never thought she was attractive before, but watching her now, well..."

Matt paused, and on screen, Rachel threw her slim body against the heavy door, pushing it shut. She was in a dark warehouse, and she turned and cringed like a trapped animal as rows of floodlights snapped on, one by one.

"Here’s our big scene, everybody." Matt told his audience.

Rachel leaned against the door, panting with terror, as a circle of a dozen muscular, naked men wearing nothing but black leather bondage masks closed in around her. In the middle of the circle, two more men, naked and leashed with heavy chains, frantically clawed the air at the sight of her.

Susan felt her world tilt at the sight of her husband and her son Todd, Their faces were twisted almost beyond recognition, and they pulled frantically at the chains keeping them from Rachel.

Rachel tried to run again, jumping into the wall of naked men who pushed her into the middle of the circle. She jumped back, whimpering, as her father snatched at her leg.

And then the masked men let him loose.

Susan almost fell out of her seat as she watched her husband attack her daughter, pulling her down and pinning her to the floor. Rachel was screaming as he rolled her onto her stomach and pried her legs open. He wedged himself between her legs, his penis hard and jutting straight out, and he fell on her.

The fat man chortled into his microphone. "She doesn’t look too excited to see her dad, does she?"

The men around Susan chuckled, and Susan felt tears roll down her cheeks as her husband brutally ripped into Rachel, groping and biting as he raped her.

And then the masked men let her son free.

"Can we get some sound for this?" Matt asked from the stage.

Speakers around the theater crackled to life, and Susan covered her ears as Rachel’s screams mixed with the cheers from the crowd.

Todd tried to shove his father off Rachel, and for a second, Susan thought he was trying to help her.

But Mike held on and Todd rolled them over until Rachel was splayed out on top of her father with her legs spread wide open, and Todd grabbed her arms as she feebly tried to fight him off. The cameraman angled his shot from behind Todd, so the entire theater could see Rachel’s face and her crotch as her brother penetrated her.

The crowd cheered again, and Susan screamed along with her daughter as Todd took her in two, quick thrusts.

Susan tried to stand and run, but strong hands grabbed her from behind and wrapped in her hair, pulling her back into her seat.

"You think you’re leavin’?" a voice from behind her growled. "You ain't goin’ anywhere until Matt or Melvin says you can, you fuckin’ bitch."

Susan choked as her dog collar was yanked tight against her throat, and she heard the clink of a chain and a metallic ‘click’, then someone gave two, short jerks against her new leash. He pulled her hair and bent her head back over the seat as someone took Matt’s chair.

"We wanna play wi’tcha for a while, bitch." The man behind her pointed at the movie screen. "’Sides, this shit is just gettin’ good. You don’t wanna miss the end. Uh-uh, nossir."

He let her hair go, and Susan tried to unbuckle her collar.

"Bad idea, bitch!"

The man behind her smacked the back of her head hard enough that Susan saw a white flash of light, and then her arms were yanked over her head. Susan felt cold metal slap around her wrists, and she cried out as her hands were pulled down behind her back, raising her slightly out of her seat and forcing her to bend backwards at the waist to alleviate some of the pressure.

She heard the scrawny old bum next to her chortle, and she gasped as she felt rough, callused hands running over her body, grabbing at her breasts and ripping her blouse open. Susan screamed as the man that sat next to her pulled her bra down under her breasts, then leaned over and sucked at her nipple.

"Oh God, no...!"

She kicked and twisted in her seat, and he bit down hard, sending a bolt of pain lancing through her chest. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched the scrawny old man to her left unzip his pants and pull out his penis, and then he was leaning over her too, licking his lips and running a cold hand under her skirt and up her thigh to her pussy.

On screen, Todd and Mike had developed a rhythm, both their faces scrunched tight as they fucked Rachel.

They had rolled onto their sides with Rachel sandwiched between them, and Mike thrust into her ass, forcing her forward onto Todd, and then Todd pounded into his sisters pussy, forcing her body back against her father.

The man behind Susan held her still, with her hands pinned behind her back and his hand tangled in her hair, forcing her to watch her daughter’s rape. The men who were sitting around her stood and started to line up to take the place of the two men pawing and biting at her body.

Matt and the other men on stage grinned down at her, and Susan squeezed her eyes shut.

"Ah-ah-ah, Susan. You need to see this. Homer, make sure she keeps her eyes open, please."

The man behind her hit her head, over and over. Susan bit her lip and squeezed her eyes together, tears of pain and fear rolling down her face, until the man covered her forehead with his hand and pried her eyelids open with his fingers.

"You do what Matt tells you, bitch! You un’nerstand?"

The scrawny man wrapped one of his legs around hers, forcing her legs open, and was finger-fucking Susan, jabbing his fingers into her pussy as the other man sucked her tits and jacked off in his pants.

On stage, Melvin was sweating like a pig, and his dick was ready to explode. Fuck this shit. Time to get the real show on the road, he thought.

"Gentlemen!"

His voice boomed over the speakers. All heads turned his way.

"Homer, why don’t you escort our new friend up here, if you please, before her suitors take their turns a little early. Manny, will you help carry her up?"

The huge usher appeared, looming over Susan, picked her up like she was a sack of potatoes and threw her easily over her shoulder. Her view spun and she got her first view of the man behind her - Homer - as he handed Manny her leash and climbed over her chair.

Susan gasped with shock.

Homer was a burn victim. He was hairless, and his nose and ears were completely missing. The flesh of his face had melted down over his eyes and mouth, and both his face and hands were covered with mottled, angry red scar tissue.

He leered at her and climbed over her chair. Most of the crowd followed them as Manny carried Susan up the steps to the stage.

On screen, Mike was pounding Rachel’s ass in a frenzy, and he let out a bellow as he came, squeezing her little breasts from behind. When he finished, he rolled off, his hands leaving red splotches across her chest. Todd pushed Rachel to the floor, pinning her hands against the concrete, and fucked her hard enough to make her titties bounce. Todd was pounding his sister so hard he popped out of her as he came, and squirted cum all over the dark triangle of hair covering her little pink pussy.

He collapsed, senseless, on top of her, and the screen went dark.

Manny dropped Susan to her knees on the stage, yanking her leash hard until she choked and kneeled in front of Matt and Melvin.

Melvin bent over her and grabbed her chin in his thick hand. Susan tried to focus on his beady, black eyes as his face swam in and out of focus around them.

His fleshy lips parted in an emotionless grin, and Susan shook uncontrollably as a spasm of lust flooded through her.

"Did you like the movie we made for you?"

Susan felt her pussy get wet at the sound of his voice, and she would have collapsed if Manny hadn’t grabbed the chain linking her handcuffs and held her up by her arms.

"Wh-what did you do to them?" She stammered.

His wicked grin spread further across his face. Susan wondered why she could see that, and his eyes, so clearly, when the rest of him was like a swirling, black cloud, sneaking around the edge of her vision.

"We drugged them, of course, just like you."

"What?"

He smiled and gestured at Matt.

"I’m sure you’ve noticed over the past day or two how strangely...excited you’ve felt. Even now, with these awful men touching you, after what you’ve seen what happened to your family, I’m sure you’re wet and ready for action. Shall we check? Hmm?"

Melvin slipped his hand into her open blouse and cupped her breast. Susan shivered with excitement.

Suddenly, everything fell into place. She glared at Matt, who grinned back at her.

"You did this to me?"

Matt nodded as Melvin yanked her blouse open, giving the men gathering around her a better view of her breasts.

"Matt just slipped you a few small doses of the same drug we gave your family. It’s highly addictive, by the way. You’ll find that you need to ingest at least a small dose every day, or..." He shrugged. "It also has some other, unusual effects. For example, imprinting. Baby birds, when hatched, bond with the first creature they see. With this drug, females who take it experience almost immediate and overwhelming arousal. It’s a perfect date-rape drug, we’ve found. The female is usually conscious and very responsive, at least for a small amount of time. The imprinting happens during sex right after the drug is first taken. And the arousal grows exponentially over time, until satiated."

Melvin grinned.

"Unfortunately, for the female, only the person she was with during the imprinting can actually fulfill the urge." He patted her face again. "I bet you had quite an afternoon, hey? Spent most of it whacking your clam, until Matt came to pick you up?"

Melvin slid his hands down her body and rucked her skirt over her hips. Susan heard the material rip and tear, and a loud cheer went up from the men around her as her naked ass was exposed.

"I think they approve of your choice of clothing, my dear."

Melvin ran his hand over her ass and fingered her asshole. He cupped her pussy with his other hand, and Susan closed her eyes in shame as her body responded to him.

"Perfect. Ready and waiting."

Susan bit her lip as he played with her. He patted her crotch and stood up.

Her voice was husky. "What did you do with my family? Where are they?"

He sighed and lit another cigar.

"Well. As you may have noticed, the drug is not so kind to men. Not kind at all." He shook out his match. "And you, my dear, you have been a very bad girl. As a public servant, you have made many, many of my friends very angry over the recent legislature you’ve proposed. Matt here cooked up a little plan so you can apologize and actually put your job to use benefiting those who you have slandered and disgraced by your conservative muck-raking."

He gestured to the usher.

"Manny, this would be a good time to introduce Susan to our friends. If you would be so kind as to let them in?"

"Sure, thing." Manny grunted and pushed through the crowd. Melvin turned back to Susan.

"And as for your husband. Well, he simply owns most of this town, and most of what he has, I want." He grinned. "Your daughter is fine." He gestured at the screen with his cigar. "And I think she’s going to be a big star, if she keeps giving us performances like the one we just watched. Don’t you boys?"

The men packed on stage cheered again.

"You’re probably wondering how we got to them. Well. Apparently, your daughter had quite the crush on our friend Matt here, and it was a simple thing to get her to let us into the house." He shrugged and smoked. "Truthfully, they didn’t put up much of a fight. We drugged your daughter first, and we let her live her little fantasy about Matt. I understand she was, well, pure?"

He looked at Matt.

"Pure and virginal."

Melvin grinned.

"Pure as snow. Now, your husband was kind enough to show us his will, though not without a little prodding. Did you know that your little Rachel and her brother stand to inherit everything?" He lowered his voice and spit out a chunk of tobacco. "Everything. Not a bit left over for you though, my dear, when your husband passes on. Must be very exciting for your children, I would think. Well. I can’t see why we would need your son, though, since Rachel is now imprinted to Matt. So..."

A growing sense of horror built in Susan as Melvin spoke.

"It seems your family was going to take a little vacation to the mountains. You may not know this, but your husband seems to have had a teensy drinking problem."

Melvin’s face drifted apart and when it melted together again, his grin was feral.

"In a week, or a month - sometime soon - the authorities will get a quick phone call, detailing an accident." He waved at the movie screen with his cigar. "And I thought it only fair to give your husband and son a nice little, well, send off."

The crowd parted as Susan stared at Melvin in horror. The usher pushed back through, followed by a dozen masked and naked men. They pushed the crowd back, and several of the masked men with video cameras positioned themselves around Susan.

The screen overhead blinked back to life, and Susan saw an image of herself looming overhead, completely surrounded by hundreds of evil, vile looking men.

"Y-you killed them?"

Melvin puffed happily, his body fading in and out of her vision.

"I’m afraid so, dear. You see, well, we need your daughter, for obvious reasons. But she’s not yet of age to claim her inheritance. You have, unofficially, become the guardian of her estate. And so, since I don’t have the patience to sit and wait, and despite the annoyance you’ve become with your meddling politics, I need to keep you alive, at least for a while. And luckily for you, Matt managed to convince me you’ll be much more valuable to me in your office than in the ground. So..."

He patted her face.

"I’m going to give you the chance, over the next few days, to personally give a very special apology to each and every gentleman here, who, afterwards, I believe will be more than happy to vote for you at the next election."

Melvin fished a tiny key from his pocket and unlocked her handcuffs. Two of the naked men immediately grabbed her wrists.

"So I will keep supplying you and your daughter with your daily fix. And to keep her safe, you will happily administer your daughter’s estate as I see fit, and you will exercise your political influence and social standing among those new friends of ours who may not yet see eye to eye with my...special needs, shall we say?"

He clapped his hands and looked around.

"Well! Matt, I sense the natives are getting restless. I think it’s time we share this bitch with our friends here." Melvin unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants. "I think I’ll indulge myself as well."

Susan screamed in horror. Instead of the cock she expected, a huge, black slimy monstrosity slithered out towards her.

Melvin grinned at Matt and grabbed Susan by the back of her head.

"You gonna stick around?"

Matt shook his head.

"I think I’m going to pay another visit to her daughter, but I’ll see you in a couple days. Here..." Matt tossed Melvin a round metal ring. "In case she bites."

Melvin grinned and pried open Susan’s mouth. He shoved the ring in, making her gag.

"Let’s make a movie!" he roared.

 

Manny and Homer followed as Roscoe helped Matt push through the crowd.

He paused at the door to the lobby, and turned to watch the crowd swarm over Susan. On the screen above, Melvin was forcing his cock into her wide-open mouth.

Something wasn’t right, and Matt couldn’t put his finger on it.

"You okay boss?" Manny clapped his shoulder with a hand the size of a small ham.

He shook his head and looked at Roscoe.

"Where’s Rachel?"

Roscoe licked his lips through the gap where his front teeth should’ve been.

"She’s on a plane to California, justh like you asthked."

Matt nodded. "Good. I want her as far away from here as possible."

"She gonna live with your other little fuck-girls down there?"

Matt nodded.

"You really make her take those drugs?" Manny wondered.

"No."

Homer tilted his head toward the stage. "Melvin wanted you to."

Matt considered how much to tell these three. He’d known Roscoe and Manny for some time now, but Homer was a new member of Roscoe’s crew.

"Yeah. But why?"

Manny shrugged.

"I dunno. It’s not like you needed her to."

"Exactly."

Matt looked back at the screen.

A scrawny old bum had taken Susan from behind and was furiously screwing her in the ass while Melvin fucked her face. Two other men had her hands wrapped around their cocks, forcing her to stroke them, and an assortment of hands groped her body.

The entire crowd of men waited their turn, dicks in hand.

They were all homeless, many of whom Susan’s legislature had displaced, others that had slipped by the police during their sweeps. Even more had just been released from prison. Roscoe and his crew had rounded them up on the night Matt took Susan to dinner, and Matt knew they were as horny as hell. There were hundreds, and Melvin had provided them all with free concessions earlier in the evening, while they waited - everything spiked with a drug cocktail - doping them up for the days ahead.

"You mind if I thtay here and enjoy mythelf?" Roscoe lisped.

"How many other guys do you have here?

Roscoe shrugged. "Maybe ten. Twelve. Somethin’ like that."

Matt nodded. "Sure. Just try to keep things under control, okay? She’s no good to anybody dead."

Roscoe patted Matt’s shoulder and grinned.

"Don’ worry. I’ll fuck her twice for ya boss."

Manny looked at the woman on screen and rubbed at his crotch.

"You want to stay too?" Matt asked.

Manny shook his head.

"Nah. Too many to wait for. I’m gonna go find myself a bar and a ‘Ho, and drink myself stupid. Wanna come along?"

Homer grinned. "Sounds good to me. That bitch’s pussy’s gonna be as wide as the grand canyon in a couple hours."

"All right. You guys go have fun."

The huge man clapped Matt on the shoulder again.

"What ‘bout you, boss?"

Matt pushed open the door.

"I’ve got some stuff to take care of. And I’ve got a date to plan with my old sister-in-law."

Matt watched Roscoe blend into the crowd and took a last look back at Susan as Manny and Homer followed him out the door.

 

-- To be continued --

I had very unnatural thoughts run through my mind and I knew it was a bad idea, but I didn't care, I picked them up and smelled.  I could smell the very great scent of her little virgin pussy also.  She smelled great.  I had a hard on like never before.  I was almost going to loose it right there in the hamper.  I carried Katie’s panties to the bed and wrapped them around my face so I could constantly smell them.

I began jacking off, a satisfaction I had never felt from my hand before.  Just as I was about to cum, I pulled the panties down to my dick and sprayed one of the biggest loads of my life into them.  There was cum all over them.  I laid on the bed for what seemed like hours until I built up the energy to get up and go get clean.  I thought to myself, "There will be a lot more of this."

            I work for a company that delivers singing greetings for birthdays and holidays. So, on Friday evening, I was sitting in the back of one of our delivery vans wearing only a red bow around my neck, a pair of shoes, and a raincoat.

            The driver announced I'd be delivered next. I took off my coat and shoes, exposing my white flesh in the dimly lit van, and climbed into one of the company's large boxes, which I'd decorated like a present. I hunched down into a squatting position and pulled the lid down tight on the box.

            I felt the van slow down, and just creep along. The driver was new to the company, and to Pittsburgh. I assumed he was making sure of the right address. After about five minutes, the van stopped and the motor shut down. I felt the box dragged onto the hydraulic lift, then I rode to the ground. I swayed back and forth, as the dolly slid underneath me. At last, I tilted backward and rode up to the front of my boyfriend's house.

            The driver shouted he had a package for this address, then my boobs bounced wildly as the box jolted over the doorstep and settled down on the floor. I was soaked with sweat and couldn't wait to get out of this box.

            I heard muffled voices then the door slammed, which meant the driver, was gone.   Suddenly, I stood straight up, popping the lid off the box, and began to sing Happy Birthday to my boyfriend. I stopped cold at the end of the first line, as I looked into the grinning faces of 4 old, black men.

            "I, I think I'm in the wrong place," I stammered.

            "Not at all," said the man next to me, "my name's Marvin, and I'm 71 today. My friends and I was just celebrating my birthday."

            He waved the can of beer in his hand at the three other men grinning and whistling at me. He leaned forward and read the tag on the bow around my neck, "Happy birthday darling, I'm your present. I'm a hot and horny Lois Kubik doll. Squeeze me and tease me, then watch how much fun I can be. Love, Lois."

            Marvin swigged his beer, then grinned at me and said, "Lois, your big titties and white pussy is the nicest gift I could get. Come on, boys, let's play with my Lois Kubik doll."

            I was lifted out of the box and laid out on the floor, then all four studs undressed.   Two of them attacked my 42-inch tits with their lips, tongues and teeth. They sucked and chewed my cherry red nipples, and crushed and squeezed my boobs with their hands, driving me crazy. I got hold of their peckers and pumped them while they ate my melons.

            A third stud spread my thighs and prodded the lips of my love mound with his thick, dick. I felt his cum drops wet my cunt hair. My pussy was making it's own love juice, as these guys did their thing to me.

            He grabbed my cunt lips, stretching my pussy wide open, then grinned down at my wet, pink playground. I felt his cock head slip inside and slide around the edge of my pussy. "Okay, Mama," he said, "now take me for a ride." Then he drove his black, hot rod deep into my horny cunt. I screamed with joy as inch after inch went into my pussy. Finally, I felt his body pressed tight between my legs.

            "Yea, baby," I shouted, "fuck my love hole, ride me hard."

            He drove me like a racecar, pounding his big, black cock into me and lifting my bare ass off the floor and slamming it back down with every thrust. I loved every minute of it. I never realized getting fucked could be this great. I didn't think there was anything more they could do to me to make it any better, but I was wrong.

            A pair of hands grabbed my brown hair on either side of my head. Looking up I saw Marvin kneeling over me. He shifted his body, sliding forward so his bare ass was above my forehead and his cock and balls lay on my face. His black cock was about 8 inches long, and thick like a fat sausage. His dick and balls were covered with sweat, and I loved the salty flavor as I licked them clean.

            He rolled his fat piece of meat back and forth across my face, driving me wild with desire. I tried sucking his black love wand into my mouth, but each time he'd slide it away, making me chase after it. I couldn't stand it any longer. "Please, Marvin, please let me suck it," I begged, "fuck my face, baby, please."

            They were driving me wild. The two on my tits chewed, sucked and squeezed while I stroked their rods. The stud between my legs pounded his cock into my love hole like a jackhammer, filling my cavity. Now all I wanted was Marvin's hard, slab of black meat, shoved in my mouth and down my throat.

            Marvin grinned as my naked body jumped and jerked uncontrollably beneath him.   My right hand grew wet and sticky as one stud shot his load into it. He shoved his dick, and my hand, against my big tit, spreading cum all over it. I pumped his pecker, fucking my tit at the same time.

            Marvin grinned down at me, as he rubbed his delicious cock across my cheeks and around my lips.

            "You came here to sing happy birthday to me," he said, "but you didn't finish doing it. So, why don't you sing first, then you can blow on my black candle."

            I felt the first burst of warm cum splatter the inside of my cunt walls. The horny stud between my legs hammered his black cock into my pussy, filling up my love hole with hot spunk. I groaned and thrashed then felt my left hand fill with sticky jism as I jerked off the other brotha. He pointed his hard, black prick straight at me and I yanked his sloppy, wet dick, spraying cum all over my face and chest. My body convulsed in an orgasmic frenzy. I didn't know if I could sing for Marvin.

            "Ha-happy birthday, to you...happy birthday to you..." I sang, as waves of pleasure pounded through my body sending me into spasms. "Ha-happy birthday, dear Mar-Marvin, oh, oh yea, fuck me," I screamed, and then I regained some control.

            "Ha-happy birthday, dear Marvin, please won't you fuck me today."

            Marvin laughed, slipping his huge black dick between my lips. I gobbled every inch of it down my throat. I sucked his cock deep down, lapping that black beauty with my hot tongue.

            I grunted and groaned, as he grabbed my hair and pumped my face up and down in his crotch. I tasted the first drops of his cum, as he pounded his dick faster and faster into my mouth.

            Then, his cock exploded in my mouth. Huge gobs of jism filled my throat as I tried to gulp it all down. I swallowed as much as I could, but there was too much of this stud's spunk. My mouth filled and his warm love juice spilled out over my lips and onto my face. Marvin pounded my face up and down on his enormous, black poker, banging my head on the floor each time he shoved downward. He fucked my mouth till he emptied his dick into it. Finally, he pulled his limp prick out and held it above my face.

            "Open wide," he said, smiling at me. I tilted my head back and stuck out my tongue toward his cock. He squeezed the last drops of cum juice out of his prick and onto my tongue. The big gobs rolled down into my mouth and I swallowed them. Marvin gave me the greatest face fucking I ever had.

            I lay there exhausted as the four studs looked down at me. My body was soaked with sweat and cum. I felt like I had been rode hard and put away wet.

            "Is the Lois Kubik doll broke yet?" asked Marvin.

            "Uh-uh, Marvin," I said, smiling, "it's still your birthday, and I'm your present, and the party's just beginning."  

            I thought this answer was cute, since none of them could have much left in them, and the party really was over. But was I ever wrong.  

            The four black giants scooped me up and carried me down to the cellar. Once there, three of them held me while Marvin appeared with some rope and a huge, 12 inch black dildo. They tied my hands behind my back then one of the studs took the dildo from Marvin and stepped up close to me. He inserted the head of that plastic dick in my love hole, then gave a shove that lifted me off the ground and made me cry out. He buried that black, toy prick 8 inches up inside my wet cunt.

            Next, they made me kneel on a small stool in the middle of the cellar floor. They bound my ankles tightly together, while Marvin and another stud tied a piece of the rope around my tits. They wrapped it around each tit, then crossed over and tied it round the other tit, binding both of my boobs together. The tight ropes caused my jugs to swell so that my already huge melons looked like two giant basketballs on my body.

            While Marvin and his friend tied my tits, another stud secured a piece of the rope to the portion of the black dildo sticking out of my snatch. Then, while two held me, the other two forced my legs up behind my back till my feet touched my hands. They told me to hold my feet, and I did it. I felt the rope go around my feet and hands, as they bound them tightly together.

            Finished, they stepped back and admired their work.   I was bound like a triangle.   One of the black studs dragged a chair over next to me. He took the two long pieces of rope, one from the front of me and one from the rear, and climbed on the chair. He looped the ropes over a ceiling beam and pulled them tight, stretching my 42 inch hooters up in front of my face. He circled the ropes over the beam several more times, then fastened them securely. As he pulled the ropes tight one last time before getting down off the chair, I felt the dildo slide another inch up into my wet cunt.

            I teetered on my kneecaps on the stool trussed up like a marionette with ropes running up to the ceiling beam. Marvin looked down at me with an evil grin on his face.   He reached down between my legs and I heard a click. The dildo was a vibrator. The vibrations flowed through my wet pussy, driving me wild with pleasure. My head shook and my body began to move uncontrollably.

            A second stud, with a dildo in one hand and a tube of jelly in the other, joined Marvin. He prodded my ass till he found my anal opening, then he inserted the tube and squeezed. I felt cold jelly ooze up inside my ass. Next, he inserted the dildo and shoved it all the way up in. I heard the click, then felt the vibrations racing through my asshole and spreading out over my ass. Now I was in frenzy, going wild, vibrating front and rear.

            "Look at this bitch," said Marvin, "getting fucked in her ass and her cunt by toy dicks, and she wants to dance."

            With that, he put his foot on the leg of the stool and kicked it out from under me.   My body dropped, but not far. The ropes pulled tight on the beam and held me suspended in the air. My tits stretched so far, I thought they would rip off my body. The last few inches of the dildo slammed up inside my pussy. The rope jammed the crack of my ass, running underneath me from the dildo in my pussy to where it tied my hands and feet. It held the butt fucking vibrator up inside me. Now all I could feel were the vibrations, front and back, and the rope stretching and pulling my whole body. I was in pain and ecstasy all at the same time, and I loved every minute of it.

            "Let's see if you're ticklish," said Marvin, walking behind me. He tickled the soles of my feet, driving me crazy. My tits swelled up like balloons and turned color from the ropes. The other three studs found table tennis paddles, and took turns cracking them across my aching nipples and bare ass. The pain and pleasure all mixed into one. It was wonderful.

            Finally, Marvin said, "Let's get dressed and get something to drink. Then we'll come back and play with my Lois Kubik doll."

            I hung there, swinging back and forth, as they tromped upstairs laughing and talking. My pussy and ass vibrated everywhere, sending waves of pleasure through my body. My tits were swelled and stretched so huge, I wondered if they would ever go back to their normal size. But all I really cared about and hoped for was that Marvin and his friends would come back soon and play with me some more.

            My boyfriend heard about my weekend with Marvin and his friends, and I never saw him again. But it doesn't really matter, because Marvin, his three buddies and I started a business together. Now every weekend, and sometimes during the week, I'm the present at a birthday party just like Marvin’s.

 

The End